High Valley
Our travel continued without rest for several days, skirting along the foothills northward. Once we were out of the mountains, the going became easier, yet the monotony of the endless trees soon grew old. Even Soltair and Trithe soon ran out of things to talk about, so I turned my thoughts inward and worked on my soul. Mana control had become second nature to me, yet I still found myself unable to work with it internally. I could roughly guide it around my body, yet beyond simple practices like fighting the basilisk's curse, it was futile. If I could observe the basilisk a few more times, then perhaps I'd learn something, but I could only give in to my frustrations and admit defeat.