Velen is filled with swamps, puddles, and lake islands.
Thus, when the strong winds before the heavy rain start to blow, they stir up these accumulated waters, and the earthy smell and stench of silt waft into the air.
As a result, even the rain in Velen seems stickier and more annoying than in other places.
Lann and Belengar set off in the morning and only made a brief stop to grab a bite to eat.
The endurance of the Demon Hunters' bodies spared them from the worries of chafing thighs like ordinary people after long hours of riding.
Moreover, they were lucky enough to encounter an internal riverboat midway.
Belengar, now indifferent to his wealth of a few coins, directly paid double the fare to stop the boat and hitched a ride for a stretch.
Lann, on the other hand, rode his unicorn, following at a distance as if walking on flat ground.
With such efficiency in travel, they took only a single day to journey from Gos Velen in the far west of Velen to regions nearer its center.
