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Michael had flown threw-out the day only stopping briefly to slack his thirst. He was making great time and by the looks of the terrain about him he would be in the southern plains of Badaria before nightfall. Sadly besides the slowly increasing variety of scrub grass there was nothing of to much interest in his journey so far. Taking to the air once more with his beetle like wings Michael was on his way once more. The fairly boring landscaped changed about an hour into his flight as a nearly overgrown and buried road emerged. No doubt this would lead to a town or a ruin of a town.