Jaskier's path first would lead him through the Highlands. The teleportation tunnel was well known by now, as such were others scattered throughout Mythris. If the dreams hadn't told others of such than surely the aftermath of the battles they had faced had. The south was filled with many riches, exotic to the places here in the Highlands. The Howff surely would take pleasure in riches even if it did best for him to avoid Satriya itself.

The day was warm, the breeze cool off the sea to the north. He sang a happy tune as he strode towards the towers of Eastborne, the crossing open and bright. His journey was meant for business yet there wasn't any reason why he couldn't find pleasure in it either. A shame he didn't have himself a traveling partner to share in story and song.