It had been years, too many to count, or so he felt, deeming it unimportant on the scale of his current situation. The ground gave way with uncertainty, as if it didn't trust itself, let alone the thick boots that smashed it, and each step threatened to cost the traveler one of those boots. The squelch and gurgle of the rain-laden mud was the only sound offered to the rogue by nature aside from the caws of hidden birds, as if nature itself sought to warn him. Or encourage him. He grinned as he quickly rounded a copse of trees and settled himself upon a thick stack of rocks that jutted from the ground like the fist of the planet. His eyes were cast to the plains before him, vast and empty, save for the waving stalks of thistle and reeds that extended for miles beyond the limits of the forest he had just left behind. He was reminded of the ocean, the wind that stirred the fields before him caused a vast shiver to run through them, the ripples of which resembled waves in the sea. His sky-blue eyes admired the sight for several moments before he turned back to gaze within the copse behind him. A small pond lay flat and still in the very center of the trees and bushes, solid as a mirror. It was a beautiful area. Yes, fitting. He hoped that his directions were clear enough, and for him, he was sure they were. Even if lost, his opponent could lock on to an energy signal from miles away and find it with ease. There was no doubt Zyta would show. It had been years, after all.