Chapter 206: Death or safety?
Irwin stood next to Sultur Crevice, examining the stone staircase leading down into its depths. It was partially buried into the stonewall and had a high railing to prevent anyone from falling.
Hundreds of people were walking down it, a fearful quiet hanging over the group as they followed the rangers.
Greldo stood to the side, digging into the soil, his arms up the elbows blackened by the soot.
"There we go," he said as he pulled his arms out, grinning at Irwin. He held up a tiny nut before pocketing it with the others he'd dug out.
"Tell me again why you are bringing that?" Irwin asked.
"I'm sure we will find a world, either adjacent to Eluathar or somewhere else on the Portal Galery, that has a shortage of trees," Geldo said as he joined him. "I'll plant these there so we have a place with a tiny bit of Giard left."
Irwin watched Greldo curiously, wondering why he cared about trees.
"Don't give me that look," Greldo said, raising an eyebrow. "It just feels like a shame to take nothing meaningful!"
"Irwin, Greldo!"
They looked up to see that only Bronwyn remained at the top of the stairs, waving them over.
"Well, let's get out of here," Greldo said as he headed towards the staircase.
Irwin nodded and took a final look around the blackened wasteland before following his friend down.