[The Lava Fields]
[The sky above you is awash in bright stars, almost overly bright for the lack of a moon to overshadow their glow and your feet below you stirs up a small fog of ash. Your torchlight lights the way for you, lacking the guide of a moon, and casts flicker gold hue across the dull rolling folds of black and red rock, long since cooled from their molten journey across these plains. Here and there, you can make out scraggly brush attempting to reclaim the land for themselves, and can hear the night calls of large birds in the distance, far from the circles of light your torches cast.
In the distance, you can see a reddish glow over the curl of a dead lava chute, and you estimate with a little climbing you could easily make the northward path without issue. The path you travel continues to the south, and the leading torch can catch the glitter of obsidian on the path.]