The drone stopped in front of him, and Arnold’s voice sounded out. "The satellite should have already informed you that the City Lord and others have organized a rendezvous in the central plains."
"It did?" Jake answered, staring up at it again, noticing it had stopped blinking.
"Through Morse code."
"I don’t know Morse code?"
"Apologies for my assumption of competence," Arnold acknowledged in the most insulting way Jake could imagine phrasing it, yet he felt not the slightest hint of intent to insult in his voice.
"Anyway, where do we meet exactly?" Jake asked. "Also, how has the Treasure Hunt treated you?"
"I have had adequate success in this event. To get to the central plains, simply head that way”—the drone fired off a small beam of light towards the distance—"and spotting someo
