The village was a shattered circle of rock. As though the same mighty god-hand they'd passed on the road had struck its first, mightiest blow here. Those shards of rock were towering spires that rose from the patchy earth in a loose circle around the village. Eragos could see why such a place was attractive. The spires were too tall to scale, and so to approach, you were forced to pass between them. Yet those narrow passageways between huge stone shards were little more than passages in which the village youth could riddle you with arrows. Eragos would not want to assault this place. He could see why, yes, they'd chosen this place. He could see it also with changes. A handful of mages to to assist in fixing a deer blind or ten to those spires. Perhaps some stone construction from the dwarves to the south, filling the gaps in those spires with strong and sturdy walls that could not be breached. If Areinh's wide, bright eyes were any indication - she, too, could see the future in this place.

( This gave Eragos little hope. )