Jocelynn was both surprised and delighted to learn that they would be sailing west on the River Luath to reach the Vale of Mists as quickly as possible.
"It was Isabell's idea," Ollie explained as the carriage rolled out of the city gates and onto the docks. "The wagon she reinforced to carry the sapling is still very heavy. It takes a team of six horses just to move it, and even then, it's slow. We have better options for moving it in the Vale, but we have to get there first."
"Isn't it going to be just as slow going upriver against the current?" Jocelynn asked, puzzled at how the journey would be any swifter going west. If they'd been headed east, toward Otker Canyon, she would have understood, or if they'd been in Blackwell, where they could make use of ships with full oar decks, travel upriver would have been quite a bit easier.
