“What do you see?” said the young scout.
“A dead forest, a wall with dozens of guards, beyond it many campfires and towers that reach out for the sky” The burly scout replied.
“Have a look while you still can, boy.” the aged scout said. “This might be the last time you’ll see it. For our host will never be able to march this close.”***
I was halfway done when I decided it to be a night and stuff. So that’s why some shifty lighting going on.