OPEN End of the Earth ; horde

[HUGO]

Hugo couldn't tell where Emerald Isles began and where it ended. There were far too many named locations for his little, barely working brain to handle, and he couldn't tell where he was supposed to stop. With the sole intention of not getting spitroasting by a bedazzled dragon on his journey, Hugo chose to stop at somewhere called 'Clayhorn', if any of the signs he'd seen were of any indication.

Clayhorn somewhat reminded Hugo of home. The vast expanse of farmland was of some comfort; the ruralness was certainly a familiar atmosphere. Emerald Isles was, based purely off the fact that Hugo had only actually been to Clayhorn of all of the Isles' territory, probably Hugo's favourite visit thus far. Nothing reminded him more of home than the smell of cattle dung and dirt in the air.

He settled down into the driest, least muddy patch he could find on the outskirts, keen eyes flickering around to survey the landscape between his black lace vale. It might take a while for somebody to find him here, but Hugo had time, and would wait.