You leave Whitecrown Fortress with the envoy's staff in hand, only to find the desert has erased the road. You…
You leave Whitecrown Fortress with the envoy's staff in hand, only to find the desert has erased the road. You see an inn that should be empty, yet music pours from within. Night after night, the laughter rises, sealing every door against the wind outside. No one asks what lies beyond the lantern light. By morning, only the storm remains.
Keep the windows shut. Keep the doors barred. Keep your eyes closed. This is an inn abandoned by the world, and thus forever joyful. o not ask when the wind will cease. $One glance at the truth would shatter the soul. When the end of the road is no longer in sight, it is easier to stay where the illusion still sings.#