The road stretched long before them, the wagon's wheels creaking rhythmically as Kai, Rael, and the merchant made their way toward Ylthara. Ognacious Karthiem, ever talkative, filled the air with tales of his trades and past journeys, his voice a steady companion against the backdrop of rolling plains and scattered forests.
The most interesting thing, and something Kai grilled him for answers about, was his trades with people known as the Lizarthans. Lizard-like people in a small country past the western sea. Close enough to travel by boat for two days. He talked about their avid use of bows and single-edged swords over magic, and the main type of magic used being strengthening magic. He traded weapons, and battle tactics with them.
Ognacious stopped the wagon and rummaged through the back, finding a small wooden box. He lifted the case and of pulled out something Kai was all too familiar with from his past life.
