Snacking on seagulls in midair, Draq flew overhead and helped guide his comrades toward a small island chain filled with palm trees. It was a welcome rest on their journey across the water, but it was only temporary and the boat soon cast off again to reach Australis Weirfortus before Darkmere did.
As Grewen rowed, Brimmelle took a nap after rigging up a blanket and equipment to provide a small area of shade for his fair-skinned face. Thorik utilized the free time to update his maps and notes, while Avanda attempted to understand Gluic’s unique stone designs.
Thorik’s Log: 5th of the 12th month of the 649th year.
We have set sail and are in a race against time. We have but a week left to cross the lake of Luthralum Tunia and stop Darkmere, assuming he is there at all.
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