Raorka was lost. He was sure of it as he looked at the map for the tenth time. There was no fort marked on the map. Instead there should have been a fork in the road right here, and Raorka was to take the right road.
However it stood there, a big black monstrosity mocking the map he held in his hands. It had been three days since he had left Temuril. Initially the journey had been smooth as butter, he was able to perfectly follow the route on the map and match it with the helpful checkpoint pictures Lumina had provided in her box.
However now this was the first conflict he faced. The road he had followed here was straight on, he had even verified the big banyan tree that Lumina had provided a checkpoint of a couple of miles back. But here, where there should have been a fork in the road, stood a fort.
