Luke carefully unfolded the map, smoothing it on his lap as the carriage rolled steadily forward. The parchment was large, creased from use, yet still detailed enough to capture the vastness of this world—a world he was still struggling to grasp fully. Ilyrana, sitting across from him, leaned in with quiet curiosity, her emerald eyes scanning the intricate markings and names inked upon the surface.
"This is the first time I'm showing you this," Luke remarked, tapping a finger near the bottom right corner. "This is where we are—Nateron. Or at least, somewhere around here."
"But Nateron isn't marked yet, right?" Ilyrana furrowed her brows as she inspected the spot.
"Yeah, the maps are quite new, and even then, I doubt the makers had enough time to make changes as these are already being distributed," Luke chuckled.