Otto was seated at his desk reading through the forgotten language and drawing back on his map.
He hummed as he worked.
He very gently placed his inked quill on the paper with every landmark he came across.
"Old wolves Cemetery." He mumbled to himself as he read the translation and drew small grave stones on where the constellation had led it to.
He sighed to himself as he leaned back.
Was this a mere coincidence that Jasmine had dreamt about the Drasil tree, seen the leaf in her palm and somehow, the book had been written by someone in the distant lands.
He had never been to the distant lands.
The one place he had truly wished to go.
He shook his head as he leaned back in his seat.
He was stuck on one more part of the book to complete the translation of the map.
But he couldn't simply figure it out.
He swore to himself as he rubbed his eyes.
Now he dreadfully wished Jasmine was here to assist.
He frowned looking around.
