Onwards to Trunn

Rydar stood wedged between two giant people in the middle of a seemingly endless line of people. This may seem strange, but in Saturnalia, when you are trying to board a ferry to another island, this becomes quite normal.

After several, excuse mes, a few Ouches and a single Hey! No pushing in line! Rydar finally reached the entrance to the massive white ferry. The ticket collector, tall and mighty, extended a slightly hairy hand and asked for a ticket.

Rydar began to panick after searching his empty pockets, when a small purple hand, belonging to his partner Boomer, held a blue ticket which the collecter took with a smile.

Once on the ferry, Rydar stood on the edge of the boat, watching the sea and awaiting the journey ahead.

Rydar took five long steps out of the oat, facing the massive city were people were battling and trading. He was at Truun, but he was not at his final destination. Instantly, a soft wind blew, lifting a tiny cloud of dust which Rydar would follow to his next location. He faced his partner with confidece, and ran foward to his destiny.