It was already pitch black. Maybe... midnight?
Well, time did not matter much for him, after all; especially at night...
"The Mist Rower" smoothly oared on the warm waters of the Tuor Ocean, but land was getting nearer.
"Ugh, dragonflies can so annoying be they, aren't they?" he exclaimed with his deep voice, though there were really no dragonflies around - or seemingly any living beings for that matter...
He dropped his oar into the boat and let the force of gliding alone bring him slowly onto the shores of the Yoreiq isles.
He checked his map.
He checked the stars.
Everything around confirmed his presumptions; he knew where he was.
"The Rower" stared into the direction of the jungles. A tropical place like that could be the best spot for finding reagents... he was already starting to run out of invisibility potions, anyway.
And, if he was lucky, perhaps a pirate had buried his treasure somewhere around there, who knew?
"Yes, we cou' fin' somethin' here, I kno', you not have tell me twice..." once again, nothing was around, yet he seemed to argue with the gentle breezes crossing the island in the silence that had been before interrupted only by the soft murmur of the water, together with the distant steps which nobody could have known whether they belonged to a villager or to some sort of forest beast...
"Think I shall tomorro' continue this. Have no time fo' sand an' dragons between those cursed trees to find!" a moment of silence arose then.
"Shut up, said tomorro' I! Shall then see thee!" having said that, he took his sabre and stuck it deeply into the sand with a firm move. Then, "The Mist Rower" proceeded to lean against the interior edge of the boat, while still holding the sword with his right hand.
A very short time passed and he fell asleep...
