Just as the land started to smooth out a bit, we stumbled upon an old village. Windmills were located over the cliff sides with their wings placed horizontally, most likely made to catch and make use of updrafts. We found some of the population long dead. Only skeletons remaining, all sitting in a serene praying position. A strange settlement to be sure.
From here we could see that a nearby river paved our path towards the centre, so we decided to craft ourselves a raft out of materials we could find in the village, and began our slow sail downstream for the remainder of the day. But as we started hearing the roaring waters of a large waterfall coming up we came to the understanding that time had come to abandon ship.