Amid the red mountains (p)

Zaled stepped from the ferry and glanced about the area. His first observation was there was a distinct change in air quality. Considering the smoldering tops in the far distance. It was clear that this was the fabled area of the volcanos. It definitely would show as a solid means to hide. Amid the dangerous and less traveled areas even by shinobi.

But it was said once one traveled here and amid reflection. The could find appreciation in the simpler pieces in life. A well earned spot to watch the work of nature mold before ones eyes. Zaled glanced at the shore line. Although clear. It was clear this rock, sand and dust was the oldest of surrounding formations. He was certain the younger earth was deeper in.

The roofs of the port were unique at glance. Fresh obsideion black rock. Layered by the grey ash it made a unique hue in the stone. Something rare and appreciative. Zaled walked into a small inn and checked in. Pulling up a small stool at the small bar. Asking for a cup of juice.