Citra sails across the skies, passed the Krasten forests. Ekbard can make out the smoke from the houses in Clayton below.
Passing that, they reach the Blight Mountains. Terrible peaks, high and covered with permafrost, they average a height of six miles. BandyLegs knows that terrible creatures inhabit the slopes.
Clearer than anything else is Sanderjarn itself. Not a natural formation, but thrown up during the magic wars of old, Sanderjarn stretches 16 miles into the sky. About its top a permanent magic storm, an open gate to some plane beyond. The peak itself rises into the gate and so the top of the mountain is not even in our world.
Just before Citra begins to descend, Ekbard spots the Wrecklands beyond the mountains. Unless his eyes deceive him, rocks float about the land in mid air, in places he sees rocks "uncollide" and fix themselves back together. Pockets where time flows backward.
In the distance he spots a tower, sheer pure sky blue in colour and at least a mile high. A river of colour traces a helical path up and down the tower.
Citra then dives, fast enough to make Elin throw up, but not enough to throw anybody off.
She lands near the Northern base of Sanderjarn, where a massive stone gate is built into the mountain.
The entry to the kingdom of the dwarves.
A standing guard unit outside the gate approach Citra. The commander spots BandyLegs.
"Thank ye lady dragon for returning wounded kin.
Lad, yer clan?"
