The boy, named Malach, took out the leather and smoothed it, and carefully marked a series of lines in Saturnese for the merchant. Sudanese would be easier for him, but he knows that the Saturan wouldn't bother himself to learn Sudanese.
"Most important thing in making a map is the scale. You want to know what on the map is the same as what on real life"
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"Right now , the scale is one hand is about one day's walk. Bigger man, bigger hand, bigger distance to move."
Kausta had to admit it, it was rather ingenious.
"Now, those Persians gave us this description" continued the boy, "The man's hand is about 2 nails longer than mine... takes a week to cross paranaa... There we go, that's how you get to the Dragon Lands."
"We only heard tales of such places" marveled the merchant, "I shall leave at once!"
"Should I come too?" asked Malach.
"Of course! Draw the newest maps on the finest leather. I want to know everything there is to know about the route to the Dragon Lands!" answered Kausta. "We have guides, we have goods, we are ready to move out. But instead of Iruba, we will go east.
East to the Lands of these Dragon Tales."