It was a wide and straight road, nothing different from any other one on this planet. It started with a wretched posthouse, all the way north, crossing the desert. There were some metal reliefs carved on either side of the road about every 10 moits, telling local mythologies: Armored warriors fought a swarm of monsters, and maidens lined up to present offerings on a high mountain. The carvings were well-proportioned, reminding travellers whether they are on the right path all the time. It was unexpectedly surprising to believe that much manpower was devoted to this matter since the shortage of resources was well known on this planet.