You decide to not waste any time, and pack up your camp right away. While doing so, you call Tsu-Ko's name, and the sprite appears in the air just a few hooves away. This time, you correctly greet her good morning.

Tsu-Ko: "Good morning. Have you decided on where you're going?"

You nod, and let Tsu-Ko know that you were thinking of visiting Ryokasei the Saint Omen first. On that matter, you ask her if she knows the shortest route to Final Rest.

Tsu-Ko: "That's the crux of it, isn't it? There are no roads to Final Rest, let alone any portals to the place. You'll just have to hoof it. Or fly."

Honourshine: "I believe Lexicon said it was a large mountain?"

Tsu-Ko: "One of many. And I've never been there myself, but Final Rest is said to be an underground city, under the mountain."

Moonflower: "Oooh! That sounds cool!"

Tsu-Ko: "If by cool, you mean cold and lifeless, then yes. It's a ghost town, after all. Literally — undead roam the streets."

Honourshine: "Undead...?"

Tsu-Ko: "Ryokasei's doing, as you can imagine. The Saint Omen is one of the few greater demons who still deals in prayers, specifically in those related to souls departed early. He binds these souls to Final Rest as ghosts, then sends a white crow to guide their loved ones to meet them in the city."

Honourshine: "... Hm."

You remark that it is difficult to believe that any one creature could be so powerful as to do such a thing.

Tsu-Ko: "Is it? As I recall, even a mere mortal managed to bind a soul to a dream."

Touché; and such is what has put you on this quest. Though you suppose that if Ryokasei truly can bind souls with such ease, then surely you have much to learn from him.

Tsu-Ko: "Yes, yes. We'll see if any of it's worth what little sanity you have..."

Over the next few hours, your party travels westward through rolling hills until you reach a river. Flowers have since grown increasingly patchier, giving way to the lime green grass. A flock of birds lands in a small group of leafy trees nearby to rest.

Tsu-Ko: "The wind is changing; you'd better keep your bamboo hats close at hoof."

At Tsu-Ko's words, an easterly wind sends a few refreshing waves blowing through the fields, and rain clouds begin to darken the horizon.