Crafted by ancient dwarven metalsmiths, they were strong enough to hold the weight of an army, yet they appeared so delicate that a bird lighting on them might overthrow the balance. Graceful arches, swooping from spire to spire, soared through the air. The companions stood on a high cliff over the fabled city of Qualinost.įour slender spires rose from the city’s corners like glistening spindles, their brilliant white stone marbled with shining silver.
The day’s march had been difficult, but the reward at the end was beyond their dreams. “I have never imagined such beauty existed,” Goldmoon said softly.
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