Surprisingly, the flame was bent towards the east of the valley now, towards a small town. The place had three large windmills sitting prominently on three hills surrounding the town itself. A good number of houses clustered around the main townhouse were in turn surrounded by farm fields, the harvest long since collected and the fallow fields covered in white snow. If the witch torch was telling the truth, then this place was directly north of where he had been planning on camping that night. How in the hell was this place supposed to get him to Lepidopolis?