Sethryn journeyed eastwards from the land of Emeraldia.
He travelled past hills and mountains, valleys, lakes and rivers for days.
For those many days, he was scorched by the heat of the sun above, bathed by the battering drops of rain whenever it came and calmed by the cool silent breeze of the night.
He travelled by foot only because he had exhausted his MCP, with the remainder being insufficient to activate the Teleport skill on his map.
Sethryn continued his journey until he came upon a place.
This region appeared to be sandy and arid, also scorched by the heat of the blazing sun that was high up in the sky.
It was filled with scanty foliage and stones. Sethryn knew that there was nothing here for him.
To make sure, he summoned his map again and glanced through it.
"The... city... of... Venturio," he said to himself, pointing at an X mark on his map that was the city of Venturio.
"Not so far ahead anymore then."
