The trio ascended higher into the rugged terrain of Cragmaw Mountain. The air grew thinner, causing their breaths to come in shallow gasps, and the wind howled with a frigid intensity. They eventually reached an open clearing near its peak. Gerard shivered, but the dwarves remained as unmoving as ever. The landscape unfolded before them in a breathtaking display of raw beauty and treacherous majesty.
The clearing, bathed in the soft glow of sunlight, lay nestled amidst towering cliffs and jagged rock formations. A patchwork of coarse gravel and alpine grass covered the ground beneath them. Nature remained ever resilient against the harsh mountain environment. The wind whispered through the sparse vegetation, creating a haunting melody that echoed through the vast expanse.
