"Yesterday, when I was eating at the restaurant, I overheard something. When refugees from various countries first started entering Westeria, the nation didn't plan on taking anyone in. But the refugees banded together and killed many of the original inhabitants, so Westeria was forced to compromise. Afterward, more and more people flocked here, and almost every city became an independent zone. To maintain stability, they had to disperse their industries. However, the later waves of refugees were all assigned to Zaltar and Yastin. The powerful and influential all went to Lantir, which is now the wealthy district."
Evelyn Ford circled Lantir on the map.
"For our final move, we'll circle back and go straight to Lantir."
"Isn't there a desert next to Yastin?" Ronan Kendrick suddenly asked.
"That's right. It's called the Vextan Desert."
"We could go check out the desert. A desert is basically a quarry. We might be able to find bricks, tiles, oil, and salt."
