It's All Coming Back To Me

Charon moved them onwards, taking them back towards the borders, but FitzDutiful lingered for a moment before following. It was magnificent. He realised that he must get out to the sea at some point in the future - little did he know that a massive storm would hit and keep him confined to the mountains for some time longer.

"What's the sea like?" he asked Charon, on the way back, wondering if there was anything of specific value about it. Maybe it was a special body of water that he could refer a healer too in the situation of needing healing? Were there special properties that let it be so big without ever drying up - did it dry up? "Does it ever lower in size, it seemed huge?" his excitement was obviously, all the questions in his mind coming through as visible cogs turnings.