You are exhausted as you enter the small village. The pressing winds rage against the wooden cottages, creating a chaotic symphony of creaks and howls, coupled with the constant slamming of broken doors. Your feet crunch over the street gravel, where leaves and branches whirl across it with every gust.
Surrounding you, aquamarine blue rooftops adorn most houses where each are unique in size. If the village hadn’t been a ruin it might have looked quite picturesque.
You lock eyes onto Maldred as he makes his way into the largest house of them all.