Fly Hamst Air

Passing just west of Seawell, the skyship sails over the city’s outer lying farms. Even these smallholdings soon thin out until there’s nothing but open land beneath.
Before nightfall the open lands gradually transform into deep forest, filled with wild wolves an bears and by dawn the majestic mountains are in sight.
They fly over rivers and mountains until the carved, stone steps Mendez had seen on the map come into sight. Following them up for several hours, they fly over an odd plateau filled with dead bird like creatures and then finally they arrive at a battered but impressive looking fortified church at the summit of one of the mountains.
Wiping the back of his hand across his forehead, Mendez sighs. “Thank the Gods that I didn’t have to walk that!”