On the tenth day, they arrived at the border.
The town was called "Last Light." It was a grim, wind-swept settlement, the final outpost of the Korvan Kingdom before the vast, untamed wilderness that led to the next nation. The buildings were made of rough stone, built to withstand the harsh winds that blew down from the mountains.
"This is it," Riku announced as they pulled the carriages to a halt in front of the town's single, dingy inn. "The last stop in the kingdom."
They took rooms at the inn. The innkeeper was a grizzled man with a suspicious eye, but he accepted their coin without question.
That evening, they all gathered in the common room. It was a smoky, noisy place, filled with grizzled travelers, nervous merchants, and a few weary-looking border guards.
"Alright," Riku said, his voice low. "We cross the border tomorrow. But we're going in blind. We know nothing about the kingdom of Eldoria to the east."
