The cart makes good time for the rest of the morning. The flat top of the plateau stretches out in all directions as far as the eye can see. By late morning, the sun sits high above you. If not for the debris trail Kleber identified, finding any sense of direction would prove difficult. Kleber notes that the soarwood is completely unmoving and is struck by the thought that this wreckage appears not to have moved in the two years since the Day of Mourning.
For this first time since entering the Grey, you see a single black cloud very low in the sky.
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