It was the last night they would spend before they reached Taterra and honestly, Sek was glad about that. The travel and anticipation were beginning to get to him and irritation was creeping in little by little. The mosquitoes in this part of the continent were no joke. They were like blood-sucking little demons. So, Sek had to order two servants to keep fanning him continuously while he sat and even while he slept. He couldn't care less about them.