The Sword of the Dark Fords
A dream and a desperate ride.
As told in an earlier tale, Troance left quickly, the fishing village of Aeil, warned in a dream of the Great Cities impending doom. His home, his family, his desire to save them.
His path carried him from Aeil along the eastern shore of the vast lake Detritus as the Ilterans call it. Next, he would travel north through the Dark Fords and…