"After days spent among the ruins of Kings Bay—sleeping beneath shattered arches and dining on salted fish by firelight—the wayfarers felt the pull once more. The silence of the bay had spoken to them in dreams: whispers of a path old as the realm itself, winding toward the jagged peaks beyond the mists. Locals, few and wary, called it Dragon’s Fangs—a mountain black as coal, rising like spears against the sky. They said the wind screamed there, that nothing grew, and no birds dared circle its crown. But the wayfarers did not falter. With a cloak drawn tight and steel at the side, they departed at dawn, leaving behind the cold breath of the sea for the darker calling of stone and shadow. Whatever truths Kings Bay had buried, they knew it would be waiting in the mountain’s teeth." Excellent start! Time to move on to the next challenge