A cart trundles down the snowy, rocky road. Potholes and divots rock the wagon hard, and every bump and jolt is felt with grunts and oaths, hand motions and angry gestures. Vistemere does not care for road construction. Amidst the empty highlands and snow-covered fields, a grand fortress rises to greet the mountains and hills, flags bearing the banner of a forsaken faction. Lord Varsaw smiles. The time has come.
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