166 Journey to the Dragon Lands

"I think your map might be off," Arran said, not fully succeeding at keeping the exasperation from his voice.

"But the mountains should be here," Snowcloud replied. She took yet another look at her map, as if to confirm that their eyes weren't lying.

Arran gestured at the vast, flat grasslands that surrounded them. "I think we can agree that wherever the mountains are, it isn't here."

Not so much as an anthill could be seen in the area, much less the mountain range that Snowcloud thought would offer their best chance of finding dragons.

It had been well over a month since they left the city of Uvar behind, and so far, the journey had been smoother than they had any right to expect. Not only had they seen no sign of Shadowflame mages or vengeful priests; they hadn't even encountered any bandits.

Instead, all they found were endless grasslands, speckled with the occasional farm or village.