Surprisingly, the naga did not lie about there being points where he could breathe in along the way. Traveling by clinging to the naga had also given Magnus a brief flash of inspiration.
'A mount is probably something I need to get at one point as well, to consider myself a proper warlord and all that.
After fifteen minutes of occasionally surfacing to get air and traveling by being dragged along, Magnus saw the rays of the morning sun.
He had left behind the underground river system and had surfaced, surrounded once more by a vast expanse of snow and grass. A quick estimate and he guessed the river he was in now was roughly 50 meters wide.
'Wide and deep enough for a boat, might be useful for a trade route.'
As he made a mental note, he climbed up the naga, using it like an improvised horse.
"Now then, take me to the orc tribe."
"Yes... But can you get off my back, it's humiliat—"
Thock
"Understand?" Magnus asked, patting the spot where he hit the naga.
"... Yes."
