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For brief time, Setka departed from Myyrh to explore more of this strange land. The man could not find a reasonable explanation for his arrival to this world. The hot plains stretched for leagues. The ocean lingered close, salt stained the air. From the closest shore, Setka could see more land masses blocking the horizon. Towering cliffs that took great effort to climb.

He needn't be so bold for this endeavor, but a higher vantage would benefit him.

The cliffs held aloft great plateaus. From their ridges Setka could see far beyond himself. Except of course for the hidden drop that the three legged man could not see.

Sent tumbling down a slope, Sekta is fortunate that he does not plummet straight to the bottom. On a ledge halfway down from the plateau, the man hisses through his teeth. He was sure to have small scrapes from this mishap. At least he didn't break one of his legs.

Cautiously leaning over the rim, Setka could spy dark sands below and rocky shores. Well, perhaps he could find some sea treasures on the shore. Rare things grew in saltwater, after all.

He just had to make his way carefully down.