You wake suddenly, you must have fallen asleep. Nightwatcher is using his tail to push aside a pile of sand. You spot something on the wall behind him, a faint inscription. It looks like wavy lines, there is some color, and writing.

"What's that?" You ask, pointing to the wall.

He jumped, "great Glamora! I didn't know you were awake, that, is a map."

"A map?"

"Of Coniurantum, this is where the Ice-claws live, the Birds, the Bees, Ghost Mountain-"

"What's that?" You say pointing to a large expanse of blue.

"That is the Endless Lake, humans call it the Pacific Ocean, this whole area," he gestured to the map, "is located in a place called Washington."

"Wash a ton? Why would they wash a so much?" You asked.

Nightwatcher smiled. "No idea, hey, do you know what this is?" He pointed to a large strip on green, way North.

"A bunch of grass?"

"No, it's the eye of Glamora, also known as Vancouver Island."

"What's a Van? And why do they cover it?"

He laughed, "no idea."