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[drake]

Drake spent the next several weeks returning North to the Eastern Corronian port city of Mneumnopolis.

W23yd3 worked in secret with Mountain Ant to deduce the history of the world’s mining companies. The etheric hunter also sent a message through the Western intercontinental fleet requesting the esteemed captain’s return schedule. W23yd3 then spread news amongst Radasanthian nobility about the private fleet owner’s success, and his nickname “The Voyag.”

Trekking north through the plains of Yarborough always brought Drake a deep fulfillment and satisfaction. The fertile coastal farmlands stretched for leagues inland, adorning the continent’s edge in a beautiful leafy, sandy checkered dress pattern. Farther inland, tall thick grasses grew up to three meters tall. Prairie lions and other vicious predators made the grasses their home, and few layperson citizens had the mettle to survive the passage.

Though he could handle himself in the tall grasses, Drake preferred to follow the edge of the farmlands, however, where the seas kissed the land. Some hours, Drake had quenching sandy beaches to admire as he walked, whereas during others he toed the edge of an oceanside cliff. Fortunately, Drake had made this journey several times, and knew how far to walk so that he could set up camp on the beaches for the evenings.

Several days into his journey, Drake awoke to the gentle hum of a Corronian sunrise. The seaside breeze pleasantly stretched his throat and flowed through his chest, nourishing his mind. To the North, Port Gisela peeked through the seaside haze to greet the principality. Drake still had half of a day’s journey, but he was eager to rest on a mattress, and replenish his supplies before continuing on the next leg of the journey.

A heron called from above with her “whump, whump” sounds.

Drake smiled at the good omen, before packing up his camp to continue on.