The Kingsroad ran straight across the plains of Vicon Gorge. More than two hundred families had come to a stop along the road.
Roslyn, Bryn, and Lushen and Hek had been split up to lead and oversee several groups of refugees. The commander in charge of the group tasked with establishing Crossroads Town was Roslyn.
The refugees had been escorted here by the army. Beneath their feet lay the cold, solid Kingsroad; before them stretched an endless plain, yet not one patch of it belonged to them.
Hope gleamed in some of their eyes—the promise of a new life. Others looked bewildered, surveying a place where there was nothing but the sound of the wind.
Orders soon came, and people got to work. Temporary tents sprang up along both sides of the Kingsroad, while the women lit fires and wisps of smoke curled into the air.
Roslyn was shouting orders with the soldiers, gathering the men among the refugees and sending them toward the distant Mountains of the Moon to cut timber and quarry stone.
Suleiman's command tent stood on high ground in the distance, overlooking the bustling construction site.
The project would surely cost a great deal, but he could source all the building materials from the nearby Mountains of the Moon.
When Roslyn was summoned, he stood there nervously rubbing his hands together. He knew how important Crossroads Town was to Lord Suleiman. After the groups were split up, Lord Suleiman had stayed with his group the whole time. Now Roslyn wasn't sure if he had done something wrong, and had no idea why Lord Suleiman had called for him alone.
Suleiman tapped the center of the map, where two main roads crossed.
The Riverlands had an extensive network of waterways connecting its various regions. It should have