"Oh, it never changes on the Plains, it's just always overcast, always about this bright, and always storming. Almost never rains, though."

"Uh – how far through am I, about now? I came from," point, "that way."

"We're about halfway between Macalania Woods and Guadosalam.—I must ask, you look a little bit worse for wear, how have you been fighting the fiends?"

"I have a weird foreign magic and I can change things, like make ground liquid and sink them or like – converting the mist into alkali, that seems to work pretty well on them."

She pauses. "You still don't look so good, for all that."

He fixes his clothes up around the edges and clears some dirt off his skin. "Better?"

She shrugs. "Maybe you could rest? We have restoration magic in our rooms, as well as some weapons and other equipment for sale."

"I don't have much money," he says. "Or actually any, because there was a weird meteor dog fiend." Shrug. "Sorry."

She nods sympathetically. "I'm sorry. ...we have rooms without magic that are for free."

"I don't really need to rest – another perk of being my type of magic – but thanks for the offer." Pause. "Uh, where's – Guado– Guadosalem? I was aiming to cross the Plains and get to the Moonflow."

"Guadosalam is south of here, and the Moonflow south of that."

"Is it outside the Plains at least?"

"Yes, yes, Guadosalam's right at the border."

"That way?" he asks, pointing the direction he'd been going.

"Yeah."

"Thank you!" he responds, smiling.

Then he leaves, in said direction.

The Thunder Plains: continue to contain plains, and thunder, and fiends that do thunder.

He continues to fly, trying to get past said fiends quickly where possible and otherwise trying to ground them and also trying to stay near the rods where it seems to be less lightning-y.

It will be as much walking/flying as it was to get to the Travel Agency in the first place.

It will indeed.

He'll fly more this time, instead of walking, even if he does get struck by lightning. It'll be faster.

Eventually he spots a very large tree in the distance.

Towards it he goes.

(He doesn't get too close; he doesn't want to get shocked again.)

The tree is not targeted by the lightning, and in fact, there is some sun shining through its leaves, and the cloud cover starts parting closer to it.

Okay, well, he flies a bit closer then! If it still seems safe, he goes all the way up to it.

It is a really frickin' huge tree. Like, wow, a village could hide inside that tree.

...perhaps a village does hide inside that tree! There is a hole into its base, taller than Theo is, and it's paved with blue stone.