Publisher's blurb: A ruined fortress stands tall above these cliffs, overgrown by flowers and sprawling vines. It has been turned into a base camp with hammocks and furs to sleep in within some of the towers, as well as sharpened tree branches lining the perimeter. The bones of a large dragon lay forgotten below the ruins, shadowed by ferns which rustle gently in the breeze. It blows through the cliffs below, sometimes creating a ghostly wail. A small stream flows ever onward past the remains, ignorant of the pain and suffering which once graced this land.