The night passes slowly, and in the morning, she's awakened rudely, and fed some thick gruel, while the men tear down the camp. Regardless of if she eats it or not, when they're done, they load her onto the back of the leader's horse, and the group takes off, towards the forested area, and, apparently, to a sky-path on the far side of it.<br/><br/>The group rides mostly in silence, skipping the small village, and heading along a well-used path through the woods. Unlike the bridge she'd climbed before, this one had actually been turned into a more stable bridge, allowing the horses to climb it, albeit slowly and in single-file. They arrive on a small island that looks to be little more than a junction between others; she can see four other paths leading off of it, to other islands. They ascend again, this time towards a quite large island, hanging at one of the highest points in the sky, hundreds of dizzying feet above the broken land below.<br/><br/>They arrive in a small town, on the edge of the island, as night begins to settle, which means she can't get a clear view of what sits on the island, before she';s hustled off into an inn, and locked in one of the rooms they've rented, with a guard at the door, while the rest of the men move to the common room for dinner.