“You see, here is Elva—or Elvira.” He pointed to the far-left corner of the map. “Here we are, just up from Walachia.” His finger directed my eyes to the upper righthand portion. “Like I"ve said, this is a three- or four-day trip, if you take a horse the whole way. But I"m going to put you on the train that goes to Patchwork Junction.”
My brow furrowed upon hearing that. “Patchwork Junction?” Then I smiled at the quaintness of the town"s name.
“Yes. From there, the train either goes north to Chenowith, or south to Vahling. But the one I"m putting you on is the southbound one. You"ll get off at Patchwork Junction. It takes about one and a half days to get there, so you"ll have a berth. I"ll make sure.” He looked at his pocket watch. “And we"ll need to hurry if we"re to make the train on t
