On the Erinin You are on top of a river whose cold blue waters rush out of the mountains to the north, through the foothills that surround you, and south to a distant plum of smoke rising from where the city's Tower once stood. On both sides of the river, the banks are strewn with broken rocks and small boulders. Beyond the rocky confines of the river, the rolling lands gradually rises up and away from the river which weaves its way through the countryside.