Once Arlo and his companions went their separate ways, Arlo ventured into Ghoul land, while the others set their sights on the three villages.
"UWHA!" Hilde retched, her stomach churning from motion sickness,
"Bastards, help me. Are we there yet?"
On this bright day, they journeyed towards the Lizardfolks in wooden boats. The nature spirits of wind and water lent their powers to propel the boats forward. The constant jostling and breakneck speed, nearly 70 mph, left Hilde feeling queasy. Normally, she would transform into a dragon to fly everywhere, but right now, she couldn't. She had become accustomed to motion sickness.
Even the wagon rides with Arlo had left her feeling nauseous, but she had managed to cope since the pace was considerably slower than their current mode of travel.