Made it to Horizon today. My first real taste of the wider Thanalan—and gods, it’s dry out here. Like the wind is trying to sand the skin off your bones.
It’s not what I expected. The way people in Ul’dah talked, I figured Horizon would be a shining trade hub—bustling with caravans, bazaars, merchants calling out from their stalls. But it’s quieter than that. Less sparkle, more survival.
There’s a tension here. You can feel it in the way the guards stand. In the way people talk in hushed tones when the Brass Blades pass. Like they’re all waiting for something to go wrong.
Still, I can’t help but feel a pull to this place. Maybe it’s the view. You can see forever out here—dunes, mountains, ruins in the distance. The kind of view that makes you think about how far you’ve come… and how far you’ve got to go.
Took a moment on the cliffs to breathe. The robe I made caught the wind like a sail, and I swear for half a second I felt lighter. Not freer exactly… but more real. Like I’m finally stepping into the world, not just watching it from behind city gates.
No vision today. No Scions. Just sand, wind, and the road ahead.
Honestly? I needed this.
Listening to the merchants and their porters is an education unto itself. They take their business very seriously. I’ve learned that you don’t get between the Ul’dahn merchant class and their coin.
