"Travel is like many things, your highness. It is days of boredom, followed by minutes of excitement. But those moments, you never quite forget them."<br/><br/>A smile deepened on his face, his gaze drawing away from the woman, the very words themselves bringing back a pleasant memory of his travels. His right hand was fiddling, his thumb rubbing slowly across his index and middle finger in a slow, circular pattern.<br/><br/>"If you wish, I could loan you my personal writings. There are many things I have recorded in there that you might find interesting, things that are unlikely to be within the dry texts of cartographers and navigators."