Somewhere, several miles yet outside of Zroas, two road weary travelers press on toward civilization. The squelching sound of their boots on the muddy road is the only conversation between them, lost in their thoughts as they are.
I have learned much during this journey, though not the things I set out to discover. Instead, my attentions have turned inwards, to a past that I cannot recall. Perhaps Dusk dictates that I must first uncover my own history, before I can solve the mystery of my peoples past.