The beach was flat and wide and all twelve Fists gathered in formation before moving inland. Past the sand, ahead of them low shallow dunes soon gave way to grassland which rose steadily. The sand extended for a horses gallop on both sides until it gave way to cliffs, sheer and tall, in the far distance.
As the Fists moved forward up the sand and over the dunes an eerie silence accompanied them. The soft incline of grass welcomed them with easier walking, the long grasses ignoring the silence, humming quietly as they swished with the passing of many legs.