The man raises an eyebrow. "A scroll you say?" He chuckles. "You've gotten yourself into a whole mess of trouble now, haven't you. To put it simply, Kraziel is the capital city, and rests in the center of a massive permanent storm. Most trade is done through cramped underground tunnels, but I'm carrying an important message to the..." He cuts himself off, sternly, angry at his big mouth. "Suffice to say, we have to fly through that storm. And no one has made it through in hundreds of years. Many have tried. By land, air and sea, searching for a better route. Only one has ever returned. Legends say there are pirates in the storm."