Lebia Continent, on an unknown plain.
In the damp morning fog, within a half-buried camp at the foot of a small hill.
Swade shook a moldy sheepskin map, water droplets dripped from his beard onto yellowed markings. "Based on our travel calculations..." he frowned, staring at a rusty compass needle, "up ahead should be the Black Pine Outpost, the border outpost of the Kulova Kingdom."
In truth, he wasn't sure what kind of existence the Kulova Kingdom was. It was simply marked on the map, and it didn't seem very large, merely a small country.
Lisa Lisa stood on tiptoe, breathing on his shoulder, "Mr. First Mate, are you sure you're not looking at a recipe?" The lace edges of her red skirt were stained with dust and a few blades of grass, yet she remained as elegant as if standing in an opera house box.
Of course, when in action, she displayed a necessary wildness.
