Chapter 259 Whispers Of The Riverlands

• The Riverlands stretched out before the group, a patchwork of waterways, lush greenery, and small villages that dotted the landscape like pearls on a necklace. It was a stark contrast to the barren lands they had passed through to reach this haven of abundance. Yet, Ariella knew that beauty often hid treachery.
• As they crossed a wooden bridge arching over a glistening stream, a pair of Riverlands scouts intercepted them. Clad in green and brown tunics that blended seamlessly with the surroundings, the scouts were wary but not hostile.
• “You’re entering the domain of Lord Theryn of Lyswater,” one of them said, his bow notched with an arrow. He was a wiry man with sharp features, his piercing green eyes scanning each member of the group. “State your business.”