So my journey went on. Travelling through the wood I spent days, the path was rough and disused, built long ago by the founders of the Skilpholt village. It went through hills and valleys. So I past the first village, Gwenholt, a little bigger than Skilpholt, being in a deep valley, near a spring. The poeple there are nice and welcoming to guests, as soon as people knew about my purpose of travelling through the country, I was offered a place to sleep and a good meal. The people there were amazed when I told them where I had been born.

In that way I walked for two weeks and a day and as I went on I started to hear more and more often the name of Afen. I had heard of it in one of my favourite tales, but I saw it too impressive to be true. But, there I was, at a week's walk from it, the City of Light, home of many brave legendary characters, fair city full of life.

I was recommended to follow the river Eowdir, in the shores of which lies the city of Afen. I followed the suggestion and it turned out well: In a week's time I was arriving in the city. Completely amazed and captivated by the beauty of the city.

The Old Town and the Red Wood

The first sight of the city is the old town, the first stone houses of the city and a huge statue of Gwaillen the Great, founder of the city.

The Library on the banks of the river Eowdir

The First Bridge over Eowdir

A boulevard during automn

A Park at Night