As Her Light expanded and cleared a way through the fog, those who had gathered within the church for Bonfires and Ritual Sacrifice felt a calling from beyond the gates. Desire for Tokens of Concord began to swell within many, and they would be sought in the world beyond Her chapel.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔬𝔤 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔰.
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲.
𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔞? 
Once the fog had cleared, a choice was laid before the adventurers. Two paths lay before them; one to the east and a darkened forest, another to the west and the rubble of abandoned fortresses. Much discussion  was had as the group debated which way to go, few of mind they should stay in place.
𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔰 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔰 𝔲𝔭.
𝔗𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔞𝔰𝔱, 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢.
𝔗𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔢𝔰𝔱, 𝔯𝔲𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰. 
1,021 members wish to go West toward the ruins, outnumbering the 829 who wish to go East toward the forest. Only 245 wish to stay at the church.  As consensus was reached, the pilgrims left westward, towards the devastated fortresses.
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔱 𝔚𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔞𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡.
𝔄𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔱 ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔩, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔞 𝔰𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰. 
The journey would take some time, and it was unclear what lay ahead of them. The path would carry them 15 miles before the first fallen outpost.
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔞 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔡 𝔞𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡.
ℑ𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 15 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔱.
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢, 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔯.
𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡.