Jaedon was a large town caught between the rolling hills of the empire and the prairies of the Arboreal Plains. In the last few hours, we'd passed by several small farming communities, but all of them had been abandoned. Now, as we stood on the last major ridge of the Empire, the horde spread behind us, we could see Jaedon on the horizon.
The prairie was vast and endless, so flat it gave sight to the curvature of Enusia. Ripples of wind course along the tops of the long grasses like waves on the sea, traveling from one horizon to the other.
The town itself was tucked between two gentle swells of earth, a small river passing between them. Close to a thousand houses were lined up on streets in a grid pattern, with hundreds more homesteads dotting the farmland around it. The fields were touched by spring growth, the furrows of stilled earth looking like freshly combed hair.
