Swamped

Well. The most pressing matter is that you've got a plan for how to get where you're going, but you don't know what's on the other side. And there's only one person here who can answer that, so that seems like a good place to start.

"Ember," you ask. "Can you find out anything ahead of time about where we'll be arriving?"

He gets an odd look on his face.

"That's actually something I've been worried about. I tried to do that, but I couldn't get any clear information. I could tell there was wood around, but when I tried to work out where the ground was, I started to lose focus."

"What... what could that mean, exactly?"

"Well, the last time I felt like that, it turned out I was checking a ship on the ocean. So I tried to check for water, but that didn't work either. The only explanations I have are that something was interfering, or the destination is high in the sky."

"So, a really tall tower?"

"Towers are touching the ground, which is all I'd really need. No, we'd have to be talking about something actually flying."

Something flying? Well, if magic's involved, you suppose that's hardly impossible.

"Is there anything else you could find out? Not that we can make a lot of preparations, but, you know, I'd like to not be completely caught by surprise."

"Nothing more than what I told you already..." Ember suddenly stops. "Well, hold on. I think I just realized something and it might be important."