“He shuffled downhill with weary resolution. He had reached The West. Looking across the wide lake, he spotted a trail of islands dotting the surface, a castle off in the distance. “Make a right at the lake and pass the castle entrance,” directions rang in his head. He should be in town by evening. He rolled up his map and shoved it in his satchel, his hand returning from the guts of his bag with an apple. He tore off a chunk with a greedy bite, each step nibbled away at the remains of his journey.”