He looked around the tree he was staying behind. It was on a hill behind a copse, separating it from the road by about a dozen metres. What in the hell? North wasn't anywhere near where he wanted to go. He looked back at the torch curiously and willed it to take him to the Badlands. The flickering blue flame turned west, ignoring any influence from the light breeze rolling around his makeshift camp. He then willed it to take him to Chrysalis. It pointed north. He willed it to take him to the Badlands, near where Lepidopolis was. It bent west. He willed it to take it to Lepidopolis. It bent north. He willed it to take him where he would be physically nearest to Chrysalis. It bent west again.