eading back onto the beach, I first notice that the sand has changed. It is now filled with small rocks and pebbles, perhaps an indication that rougher terrain awaits. Sure enough, a little further ahead I find a break in the towering Northern wall, and I follow it onto a lofty terrace. It is here I encounter a new menace, a band of bedraggled humans skulking about behind one of the many giant boulders that dot the landscape. They are pathetic creatures, starving, dirty, and garbed in tattered rags. This does not diminish their courage however, as they pursue me across the dunes, heedless of the gleaming short sword I now carry at my side. My humble weapon serves its purpose against my new foes, as well as the subsequent waves of Sand Spitters and Zombies that waylay my progress. I find myself growing in strength as I go, my enemies often falling in front of me from only a single blow.

 spend hours climbing up and down the Terraces, walking past ancient pieces of flotsam and ship wreckage, along with the occasional tangle of long-dried seaweed. My legs ache with the labor of my journey, helped little by constant enemies that assail me. Finally, when I have nearly given up hope, I see it, a narrow rocky gap in the cliff wall leading Eastward. I steel my courage, and venture in.