Once Izumi was standing again, Zeth looked around and spotted a map on the wall he pulled out a piece of paper and crudely copied it down. He folded the crude map into a paper dragon. He muttered in an ancient language, he'd learned on his travels with his father, and a sliver mist surrounded the paper before long the paper dragon began to move on it's own. "Now, where would you like to go?" Zeth asked Izumi as the paper dragon flew in circles around himself.
