Meanwhile, in Maradys, Inric pauses on the edge of a copse and looks at the regular edges of the mound on the horizon.
"A city," he says to Copper, who has paused, one foot raised. "I had hoped to avoid them. I suppose it makes sense." He starts forwards, and the bookwyrm scampers ahead. "Where else would a lot of books be?"
But as Inric approaches the city, he slows down. It has been a long time since he visited cities in Maradys, but he remembers them. Bright colours on clay walls, alive with the cheerful people of that world, running along the walls and up and down the steps of their characteristic mound cities. There are no bright colours here, and no people moving anywhere in view.