Citra flies out of the Shire over the enormous Blight mountains.
Flying out East over the mountains, they pass into the Wrecklands, where they see some of the fabled walking mountains.
The Wrecklands, once a place where the laws of nature were failing due to a cataclysmic magical war over a millenium ago are slowly healing. Anomalies such as the walking mountains still tesify that the world is not fully repaired here, as does the odd floating bolder.
Ursula's tower, once home to the most powerful magic user to ever live, lies a head of them.
Responding to Citra's presence, the tower shifts shape size and colour. The small buildings around it walking on legs and rearranging themselves before settling.
Citra lands with a thud near the entrance to the town beneath the tower.
"Here we are and all of you, take great care here"
Karinth dismounts.
"Thank you dragon, my destiny lies within this tower. I have known it for a long time, but never thought the day would come when I could enter"
He bows.
"Of course...construct" she replies.
Karinth winces, but feigns a smile and goes to look at the town from a distance.
"My son..." she assumes human shape after all dismount "...let us speak alone"
