Victor continued along the road with his hands tucked into his pockets, walking without hurry while the terrain gradually stopped looking urban and began taking on wilder characteristics. The buildings had been left behind some time ago, replaced by dry fields, small rocky elevations and scattered trees that followed the road toward the mountainous border regions. He did not seem particularly concerned about the distance. In fact, he was using the journey to organize a few things in his head, mainly because, if Serafall was right, the most efficient thing would be to find a Wyvern before trying to continue toward another continent.
"Do either of you know how to tame a Wyvern?" Victor asked calmly while looking ahead, without slowing his pace. Rowena walked beside him in her spiritual form, while Fafnir remained projected on the other side, apparently much more interested in the outside world than she was willing to admit.
