[RINZLER]
As bizarre as it sounded, the scrolls smelt good, no one would believe it dated way back before his father glimpsed the world of light for the first time. The woody smell filled the air, reminding him of when he touched it for the first time when he was young. His father threatened them in a sweet voice to handle them with care, leaving no scrunches whatsoever.
To mention the least, just like his well-kept maps, the scrolls were in perfect shape.
Sadly, it wasn't time to reminisce about those beautiful memories. With time not on their side, especially for him since all he wished was to fly to the Fisher Pack, he didn't find the cursive texts attractive anymore. He was annoyed to the deepest of his core. "Lake Rimaria, why now? Out of all the days, sucker?" He sucked in some air and glanced at his father.
