The winds rustle the forests below, as you stand atop Mt. Lysander, unclaimed by any kingdom. From this peak, you can see the castles of Nchopden, Paleba and Valsho. Your mount, standing behind you on the path, was eating with disturbing crunches. The cold air stung your face, and the thinned air made your lungs burn. Maybe it was time to go back to oxygen-rich air again. In the distance you hear a Wyvern screech.
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