i) a half-day’s trek through thorny jungle

A half-day’s trek through thorny jungle brings Shyan, Fassn, Cang, and Abianarian to a wall of stone, its once-thick mortar gone to dust. The wall stands at the height of three pyurumes, its stones well-carved and still vibrantly polished despite its many seasons of degradation. Set into the wall, an enormous iron door, bearing the face of a stentorian pyurume. The dimming light’s shadows flickering against the planes of the face make the face seem as if it is by turns smiling, snarling, chuckling, but a moment’s close inspection shows the visage to be quite still.
“Dome stand behind door,” Abianarin says.

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