The next morning, I was ready to head out.
Kaite and Yollana had answered my questions as best as they could. It wasn't as much information as I had hoped for but enough that I could make my way. Marik was a nation ruled by a monarchy. A king and queen. It was home to a number of villages, towns, and cities. Traders came by every now and then, and that's where they got most of their information, but for the most part, their village was isolated. They had been apologetic, but I hadn't blamed them. I had lived in a similar situation. West Vale was much larger than this village, but it was also isolated. It had only been the caravans from Orton which had brought news of the outside world, and even then, it had been little compared to what I knew now of the Northern Plains and beyond.
They hadn't been able to tell me much of the magic of this world. They only had stories that varied wildly. Some seemed to have something to them, but others were clearly made up.
