Set stopped for a moment at the top of the hill, taking in the first view of his current destination. It was sunset, and the port city of Scardale was backlit by an ocean of reds and oranges. It was definitely not the biggest city he had been to, but it was large enough to cover the entire valley below him. Being distracted by the view, it took a moment to remember why exactly he came into the Dalelands this time. Finding important reasons to wander across the lands of Faerûn came easy to Set.
“They aren’t reasons, they’re excuses,” Set said to himself with a smirk as he started down the hill.
The early evening air was fresh and smelled of an oncoming thunderstorm. He took that as a good sign that this lead might put him on the trail of the Stormbringer.