Tracking to the Kidnapper

Rizz spat out a few leaves as they coasted over the trees. 

"Don't go too high," Rizz called out. "We need to keep Shynron close enough to follow the trail." 

While Phil gave a mundane honk in reply, the Gale Drake's young voice popped back into Rizz's head. 

'That way! It's that way now!' 

"Phil, northwest!" 

Rizz relayed the news to the goose as he inspected his system's map. He gratefully clenched his fingers around the swinging saddle. Happy with the map of the U-shaped Mroebo with the sandwiched nations of Wissal and Wassek in the middle, courtesy of the Mousekin Matriarch. 

Most of all, Rizz was extra glad to check his new map of the Luminal Region. Even though it was more like a detailed sketch than a descriptive map, with little to no geographical markers aside from red dots to mark major cities. 

"More west… There! Like that!"