A large river meandered gracefully below Lassim as he folded space with each step of [Storm's Dance] along its path.
Though he traveled high above the riverbanks, his keen eyes scanned the terrain below, looking for signs of civilization or a passerby so that he could make sure he was following the correct river.
He'd checked the map twice now and as fairly certain it was correct, but the map was still a bit vague near the coastline and he hadn't known if the delta he'd followed inland led to the correct river.
It was now only a single day since he'd left the Tempest's Cradle and arrived at the Veridian continent, having spent only the single previous night teleporting and condensing space above the Southern Seas.
The morning sun was still rising and hung low in the sky as it continued to rise, casting a golden hue over the water's surface.
As he approached a bend in the river, a lone figure caught his attention.
