Kranok the Searcher

The pathways of the Land of Fill shift from night to night, month to month, year to year. Only the Makers know why.

Kranok stands at a crossroad. He raises his Searcher's staff to divine his next step.

If he goes left, he will reach the habitations of artists and artisans, Tinkers and Coggers. If he goes right, the fields of Farmers and pens of MouseHerders. Straight ahead lie the camps of the Makers' Children, next to the furnaces of ThoseWhoBurn.

He opens closed eyes and sets off over the refuse itself. He walks somewhere he has never been before.