It was a long travel forward in mostly silence. Occasionally Ferric and Andras would shout to each other about something, but aside from that things were peaceful. Gransys looked rather pretty during the day; there were various stone structures and ruins dotting the casts fields, and when the crew got to the crest of a hill, you could see the sun reflect off the ocean waters to the east. It was almost strange how close to shore they always were; if they had a boat they could’ve made it to Gransys in two days, three tops.

Eventually Pylia would awaken from her nap, yawning some more before drowsily asking if anything had happened so far. She still seemed tired, though she splashed her face with a bit of water from her waterskin.