What they are saying about Errabundis

    Henry smiled. “I haven’t been to Errabundis in many years. How does it fare?”
    “As always,” Blackwall replied.
    “Dirty and dusty,” Henry said softly, barely heard above the sound his armorers made.
    “Peaceful and beautiful.”
    They were silent a moment.
    “No Rinadel, though.” swirls10

“Eugene, what could you have been thinking? All I love in the world will not get me to the end of the world. Errabundis? There are rivers, mountains and deserts between here and there. It’s in the Catadhan. There is nothing there. Nothing. There is nothing there and it is exactly in the middle of nowhere at all. I am very sorry you must go there,” Karla shrugged, “but of course you must.”

It all started in Errabundis

    “I’m Arsenault, your grace. The four hundred and fourth generation. At the beginning of time, Arsenault stood beside the Aurinata in battle against the Lorilex. When it was over, the Aurinata made my ancestor the first Rinadel of Ode beside the well called Errabundis in the valley known as the Sanguine Innundare. You know nothing of this?”
    “How could I?”
    “Then why,” he asked urgently, “are you looking for me?” swirls10

    “Murder,” Erastus swore. “And now he’s here? In Errabundis?”
    “Yes. I’m afraid so.”
    Erastus cursed. “Then every kind of evil is on its way to us.”