Page | 14 Granted, making it here required knowledge of how to traverse the desert, among other things. Only a select few could make a habit of it. The rest would surely find more profitable, safer trade if they went to the Central Continent. Then again, a fish in a small pond knew nothing of the ocean. Galban seemed quite drunk on his own narcissism, so I wasn’t about to spoil his fun. The economy only worked thanks to merchants like him. We bid farewell to Galban after arriving in Rapan. His group was apparently going to put up their tent at the edge of the city. Our time together had been short, but I’d learned a lot from his group, and they had taken care of us. “Thank you for everything.” “Same here. If you ever need anything again, just say the word.” It was a quick parting. I kept my farewells minimal, giving just a bow to Balibadom and Carmelita. Things had been a bit strained by the end, but I hoped there was no ill will between us. Now we needed to search for Geese. Or Paul. I certainly hoped they were here, since we’d rushed all this way. There was still some time before the sun set, and ordinarily, we’d move to find an inn first, but perhaps we should prioritize looking for those two instead. “How are we going to go about this?” I asked. “Excellent question,” said Elinalise. “This city is big enough that it must have an Adventurers’ Guild, so let’s go there first.” “Got it.” I would have preferred to drop our luggage off first, but oh well, this worked. I did want to stay at the same inn as Geese and Paul if possible, anyway.