All of yesterday's trials and travails on the road becomes a simple trip this morning. What a difference a day can make.
The nearly tunnel like forest and layer of mist Abiene passed through on the way gives one a sensation of traveling from one world to another. Which is a classic of both horror and fantasy/adventure stories. Our protagonist goes from the ordinary boring world like Tattoine or the Shire, and travels to an exotic world of wonder and danger, like Mos Eisley or Mordor where the normal rules of quiet life no longer apply.
Nice call out to the Wobbly Goblet!
Hackdirt certainly appears to be less than inviting. Less than anything in fact. It looks like the town is deserted. I wonder where everyone could have gone to? *Looks down at the ominously rumbling earth below*...