Nobrow arrived at the west end of the Warm Coast.

He could already tell the difference in the air and wind.

Even though he was up high on hills still far away from the coast, he could smell the ocean breeze as it rose uphill.

Ever since he left the gang of Monkey bandits there was more and more vegetation sprouting up in the scenery. It was not just a breath of fresh air but a sight for sore eyes. Green tree's began to dot the horizon and the sounds of the ecosystem grew louder and louder. There was more chirping and squeaking, more touching of the leaf that is left to the wind's mercy, and the slim back headed noise of a stream nearby.

The terrain was still steep and rocky but at least now Nobrow could see the direction he was heading and what layed further afar. Unlike before when he travelled the Great Steppe, there was no knowing when the sea of plateaued terrain would end. Yet now he could see plains of grass and sandy hills far down below the cliff's edges.

Then he entered a small forest once he was of lower altitude. Only now instead of the noises of the animals, a group of Feasel's dominated the ear's of Nobrow.

"It must be a hunt" thought Nobrow. Even though seeing the supposed group of slender furry men yonder away hunting game, he had enough travelers experience and knowledge. Nobrow knew he was a special being, but even if that special status was taken away, he like many of his kin have a talent for retaining complex thought. Nobrow specifically was an adventurer and traveler, a writer and a poet! Oh how silly it would be for him to not guess the correct answer right away! The best part was... it was skill. His knowledge was true and unquestionable, and like the building of numbers (called mathematics) there was the right answer and Nobrow knew it.

While most of the Feasel race tends to live far north or in some alpine like woodland in places such as Issil, it isn't uncommon to spot a group of Feasel men down south in cities and such. If there was any race that carried an adventuring spirit it would be the Feasel men because they are naturally bold and curious fellows, but sadly their society itself is sedentary. This always bugged Nobrow, it irritated how backwards their society was and how hypocritical it was! Even though Nobrow himself wasn't in any better spotlight for his arrogance, it is true that the Feasel men are a odd bunch of indecisive fools.

So as Nobrow travelled downward the lightly forested hills he eventually met the Feasels. Thankfully they weren't a barbaric type but instead civilized diplomats! To much of Nobrow's surprise, apparently a small Feasel merchant state exists on the west coast of Issil. It must have been new and it was because Nobrow for sure was in issil not several years before. After a chit chat along the pathway downwards, it seemed that the group of Feasel emissaries were going to a kingdom not far and it seemed that Nobrow would end up joining the group, for fun of course.