I got to take a look around first, see how the ground lays.
The ground lay several hundred meters below, calling to her.
But aside from the two dead trees, the ground lay bare.
High ground lay on three sides, and it was neither far nor positioned in difficult terrain.
Beyond them lay open ground and the way to Oldorando.
The hard ground of the yard lay white in the moonlight.
In places the old low ground lay buried even deeper.
They lived where high and lower grounds were laying close to each other.
Rolling, tumbled ground lay between for as far as the eye could see.
Then it fell over, making the ground tremble with its fall, and lay still.
