MAPPING THE ICELACE FROM HEROES BLUFF TO KRONT - Pt. 3
Lence sits at the round table in the Temple, sipping on a cup of piping hot Mint Leaf Tea that Lady Yllalynn had offered him. His map of the Nars is laid out in front of him, and he copies over part of it to a smaller parchment. Logan wanders over, peers over his shoulder. He grins at the balding friar.
"It's a good addition, Logan! I thought I would have to map on my own, but Kenna answered my call, and we met at the docks north of Kront. I would not have been able to map as much as I did without her! She is quite the swordsman with that curved blade!"
Logan nods. "I know of Kenna. A master of eastern styles of combat. She must have been a valuable companion."
Lence gives a grim smile. "She helped me map ALL of this. And now I make a map of that journey to honor her valor and companionship."
Logan nods and wanders off, having met his quota of socializing for the day. Lence focuses on the winding path they followed along the Icelace scar, again wondering about the people, or creatures, who carved those paths out of solid rock. All things considered, it could have turned out worse. That Elemental on the banks of the Icelace was an unpleasant surprise. Luckily it showed little interest once Kenna took her sword to its kelpy form. For the most part, it was more eerie than dangerous, but that mess of crabs at that forest deluge was surprising. Stumbling onto the Nighthawk Tower was a serendipitous occurrence, but once the inhabitants of that rocky peak were dispatched, it felt like time to go. Exploring the tower will have to wait!
Lence puts the finishing touches on the smaller parchment, wraps it up in a leather tube, and heads out the door to Peltarch, to deliver his... her map, to Kenna at her dojo.