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Racall and Darr traveled east, along what remained of the Lourcient River, towards Stern, over the next three days. Despite the weather turning colder and wetter, Darr grew more appreciative of his lessons from Racall. When they stopped at night, Darr always found something new to learn from the Archon. After only a few days, moving through the Currents had become as easy as moving across an open field. He learned if he allowed himself a little patience, he could feel the emotions of people in the physical world through their Light. The sensation overwhelmed him still, but with Racall present, Darr found very little he couldn’t accomplish. He’d even managed to mingle with the spirits and listen to what they had to say without being overtaken by them. While the experiences fascinated him, Darr found they affected him little outside in the physical world. There were great things he could do in the Currents, but what good were they if he couldn’t be in two places at once? He had to be in the Currents in order to summon these special skills, and in order to put his abilities to use, he had to be in Ictar. “So what good are my abilities if I can’t use them in the physical world?” Darr asked Racall. The Archon kept his gaze straight ahead, but a smile played at the edge of his mouth. “In the Currents, you must remember the futility of time.” Though cryptic, Racall offered no further response to Darr’s question. Frustrated, Darr pondered the dilemma, searching for an real answer. At noon on their third day out of the Valimere, they came within sight of Stern. The plains rolled upwards, making their rise into the foothills on which the city rested. Stern, an impregnable fortress in every sense of the word, had been a focal point during the Aeon Wars. 
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