"I began in Vasselheim, for practical reasons," he says as he recalls his exact route. "From there I traveled northwest into the Zenwick Mountains to the Silted Vale, which was the primary reason for that excursion. It's a valley with natural healing properties, something in the minerals of the soil, but it seeps into whatever grows there."

Yussa pushes his fingers through his damp hair, wondering absently if Caleb has heard of the area. He's well-read, but beyond Vasselheim, he doesn't know many this far east who are familiar with other parts of Issylra.

"I've also heard it has restorative elements for aging skin," he remarks. "I was curious about what else grew there and what might be gained from understanding their properties."

The archmage relaxes against the back of the tub, legs sliding along Caleb's as he does.

"However, apparently it's become a rather violent ecosystem. I couldn't linger quite as long as I would have liked." It would have been easier with someone to watch his back, but there was only so much he could reasonably manage through subterfuge and stealth alone.