Luka held tightly onto Furia's reins while overlooking the distant grasslands and mountains, his mind drifted to the eastern and western forests.
'Has the blight vanished in the western forest?' He wondered whether his plans would manage to bear fruit at this rate. Too many things had stopped his initial thoughts that Luka almost wondered if it was too late.
'Should I start building a mining village close to the northwestern mountain range?'
He pulled on Furia's reins, dragging her off the ground slightly as she shook her head and neighed rebelliously.
"Calm down, girl, we're changing route. Galatea!" He shouted to the blonde beauty riding the giant black wolf behind him.
"What's wrong?!"
Galatea bounced, clearly a little shocked, as if she never expected him to call out to her.
"Hurry and inform the caravan leader and riders we're changing course."
"Eh? Where are we going?"
She tilted her head, a little confused.
'Well, I don't doubt her reaction.'
