Haydi walked around Venazar, waving his arms as if trying to revive him with words. —You have no idea what awaits us, Ven! Endless seas, pirate treasures, mysterious islands! Aren't you interested in this? Venazar, crouching down near the roots of the sacred tree, only grunted and continued carefully pruning dry twigs. His movements were precise and slow, as if he was talking to a tree in his own language.