The old cartographer stood in front of the magic viewing window and scowled. It seemed to him that all he ever did anymore was scowl. Age was a relentless enemy that tracked him through time and would one day catch it's prey. "Maudlin old fool" he cursed to himself. The viewing window was slow lately most likely due to his own "slowing down" as it was attuned to his mental capacity. A city wall had appeared early this morning and surprised the cartographer there was not supposed to be anything in this region. The King would not be happy.....
Still not sure where this is going but here's a wall with some towers. I also shaded the shore line a little.
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