The Narrowing Road

Of the nine of us who set out on this pilgrimage, seven remain. One, we lost to a deep, yawning chasm. We waited three days, but he never returned. Another pair quarreled endlessly, until one drew a sword on the other. Kollauthis says this is normal, that the pressures of a long and arduous pilgrimage test the soul and bring out one’s true character. I say it’s the heat and wind, not to mention the crumbling ruins. You’d think the gods could take better care of their own temples.