Kapitel 393: The Arid Cliffs

In comparison to the east, life in the Western Cliffs was comparatively more frugal, it was nearly desertics, splits apart by humongous fissures into the ground, almost greenless plateaus, only cacti of great size, leafless bushes and occasional miniature trees could be spotted, it was either at the very bottom of certain cliffs, or within those cacti that one could find water, the people of Jaral Cribler favoured the second option, even setting up rudimentary farms, it was believed that a cactus would nourish itself upon water that was hidden deep underground, but such questions were frivolous.

One did not need to know where the water came from to drink from it.

The western king awoke in a spacious hammock, wearing absolutely nothing as the sun was rarely merciful in this region, the soils were as dry as it went all year long with the only exceptions being rare rains that whilst typically powerful, were never long.