"This is war?"
Isla's question goes unanswered, the sunrise spreads its light but the warmth is lost on her.
She was told of a land so violent that it is common for many not to see the age of thirty.
Ijora stands atop the wind rider and gazes at the breathtaking sight.
The expanse as far as they can see is filled with red water.
"Is it all blood?"
Yuit wants to place his hand above his mouth after asking, but the sight of the thick water sloshing and rolling does resemble blood.
Ijora, doesn't seem to be mentally present, a trance he has seen Master Go delve into at times.
Isla on the other hand notices that the mage seems to fall into a state of extreme concentration with every sunrise.
Ijora collects himself and turns around, heading towards the stern and leaving them with only a few words.
"The rivers of Shalamda are not safe, never let your guard down."
