There, old stone roads crossed rivers with ancient bridges. Occasionally, there were large towns and the random castle, the shadows of clouds creating a patchwork of light and dark across the landscape that was still so far below them. “Tsk, told you it wasn’t much to look at.” Joachim chuckled. “When we get further south, it’ll get prettier.” The king turned to look at the human, who seemed to be in a bit of a daze, an unusual cast to his expression. “Handy?”