You stick with YiShara's caravan. Learn that the caravan will be following the Candaz Teyval past the plains, and into an area called the Gor Bant. Though the caravaners won't speak of it much, you get the impression that the Gor Bant is not a nice place. Still, you are enjoying yourself, and are happy to continue with your new friends.
Day by day you follow the great river west. Often you see cities in the distance. Many seem quite large, but the caravan never turns aside to vist them. Gradually the land grows less green. At first, it is only that the grass is more dry. Later, it grows thin. Finally, there is no grass at all, but coarse sand under your feet. Still small scrubs cling to the earth here and there along the riverbank. Then the scrubs finally die out. The earth is blistering under your feet, and a constant cloud of steam hangs over the Cadaz Teyval. YiShara announces that you have entered the Gor Bant.
On your second day in the shivering heat, you ask Yishara, "Now why did we come here again?"
YiSharra flings you a wry smile. "Because, dear stranger, we go to trade in Mela, which hides in the shadows of the impassible Medor Heights. We must travers the Gor Bant if we wish to reach it."
"Oh," you say, digesting this new piece of information.
"Soon we will reach a way station," YiShara continues. "Then we will leave the Candaz, and make a straight path for Mela."
You're not sure you want to leave the safty of the river in this barren land, and it is with mixed feelings that you see the way station ahead several days later.
The way station lies ahead, or you can go back to the Mendor Faunla.
You are traveler number to come here.
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