It was with a heavy heart that Lisca regarded the formidable structure in front of her. It was a bridge, the Last Bridge in fact, its span arching into the distance across the River Mitheithel. She knew that much from her map; but that was, truth be told, nearly the extent of her knowledge of the region beyond. The Trollshaws they were called and judging by the fleeing hunter that run past her in the opposite direction, the name was not an exaggeration.
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Initiation
