8. The Road to Isengard
The dwarf rambles to his friend about the wonders of Aglarond, while I wonder: from whence came the trees?
We ride across the country and find Isen drained dry, mist in the distance -- portents of our worst fear realized. Yet we ride on, toward the Wizard's Vale.
The White Hand drips with blood, as the children of legend smoke and guard the rubble of Orthanc.
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