The Anak-raheniksal clan made their way slowly up the river. They were a large clan of thirty ships, seven of which were the lumbering Korshall ships, and had to have Ti-Rass to their sides making sure they didn't founder on the sandbars. The great Luzum this river was certainly not. Because of this, their ships had to be single-file, and going at half sails. Ordinarily, they would not bother with the trouble, but they had heard tales of great cities in the lakes. Where there were cities, there was fortune. And by the gods, the Sasnak loved fortune.

At last they made their way into the lake, and reoriented themselves. The Yuanqatsan tribe they'd previously traded with told them the directions to the city (after they had been plied with enough encouragement, liquid or otherwise). The sails were properly unfurled now, and they made great haste - to the Arhar and the Kemitatsa.