It had been a half day since Kothar had left the nation of Nevisse far behind, he was currently traversing the barren wastelands that separated the Empire from its vassal states.
The ground underfoot was dry and gravelly, almost desert like, but still cool enough that Kothar was able to continue wearing his cloak, the pockets filled with odds and ends.
The loose gravel of the ground crunched as Kothar continued at the light jog he had been travelling at, slowly but surely changing his course from south-east to eastward, toward the forest that the Nighthawks had planned to meet at.
[I wish I had a horse right now, trying to draw in enough mana for my body to recover while also making sure I travel fast enough to meet up with the rest of the NIghthawks is killing me.] Kothar grumbled to Silane, the seemingly endless landscape stretching out before him.
