West

After about an hour, you find yourself at the city gates. But something is wrong. The city, even at noon is deathly silent. You should hear merchants, hawking wares, the laughter of children as they played in the streets, the soft grumble of philosophers arguing over ideals. But none of that is present, and as you enter, you see the city is like a ghost town. There is no one in sight, but as you near the center, you begin to hear a powerful voice speaking.