They steered the ship towards the small port at Dragon Gate, a secluded area without any guards present. Surrounding it stretches of rocks appeared as natural protectors of the island.
Taran was surprised, thinking that the island had larger dimensions, but the reality was different. The island was so small, only fitting a small port at its center. Near the port, exactly on the hill, there was a small house building with a Lighthouse towering high behind it. To the right and left of the hill, trees and plants grew, forming a dense green expanse when seen from a distance.
"How is it?" Terrell asked, casually nudging his nephew's shoulder.
"It turns out not as big as I imagined," Taran replied.
Terrell chuckled softly. "I used to think that too. However, it's quite pleasant to calm down here," he said.