553 552. The Voice Of Darkness

Sylvester continued to row his boat. He was the only one on the river, and it seemed like the waterways weren't well utilized as a means of transportation in the Beastkin's lands. Nature was also completely untouched, which sometimes made it hard to traverse the river; overgrown trees or vines sometimes blocked the water's surface.

"I'm bored… my mouth is dry," Miraj complained while lying on his back near Sylvester. "I sang too much." 

Sylvester gave the furry fellow a few bananas he had bought in the city. It was a good thing that Miraj wasn't greedy enough to eat them secretly or steal them. He was always a well-behaved boy, except for a few occasions. 

"We should be close. The map shows the river will curve almost completely in the opposite direction. So once we start hearing the sound of more rushing water, we'll be close." Sylvester said, reminding himself of the details as well.