The wind at Sharp Teeth Gorge, smelling of salt and sea, howled through the pass, whipping at their robes.
The Sword Tooth Mountain Range stretched south from Forest Sea Province, ending here.
The mountainside plunged straight into the sea, leaving a nearly vertical cliff face.
The grayish-black cliff face was riddled with holes and fissures, with only a few stubborn clumps of shrubs clinging to it.
Below, the waves of the Gray Sea crashed against the foot of the cliff, churning up foam, but there was little in the way of a beach.
Velin and his party stood at the edge of the cliff.
"My lord, are you sure this is the place?" Barrett tugged at his collar, his eyes sweeping over the barren landscape. "There's nothing here but seabird droppings. A ship could never get close, let alone unload cargo."
"By the Battleaxe!" Ola ground the loose rock at the cliff's edge with his boot. A few stones tumbled off, falling into the churning waves below without so much as a splash.
