It does not take long until you spot the High barrier on the horizon.
The aptly named High Barrier stretches from one end of your vision
to the other, separating the East cities from those in the West. Very,
very few people bother to attempt crossing the mountain range, most
likely because even fewer people survive such a crossing. Only
traders, scouts, and thieves bothered with getting across- until now.
You continue to journey toward the distant mountains, and are apparently
making little or no progress. You know that the seemingly unchanging
distance is just an illusion, but that knowledge does little to improve
your morale. Shila walks silently at your side, apparently deep in thought.
You camp for the night, having made little progress toward your goal.
The next morning, you awake slightly earlier than Shila. Fog hugs the
ground, seeming to strech infinitely in all directions. The mountains
don't seem any closer.
As soon as Shila wakes up, the two of you begin your journey toward
the High barrier once more.
Midafternoon comes and goes, and the mountain range appears slightly
closer than it did that morning. Shila says nothing, and neither do
you- you don't really feel the need to say anything. The sun begins
to move lower on the horizon before you spot someone else heading
toward you. Another few minutes reveals the person wearing Merchant's
garb, and another minute reveals the Merchant carrying a heavy
pack, and a heavy broadsword.