Ferr sat under an umbrella as the blazing sun beat down across the vast sands before him. The wooden chair he rested on was supplied by the motor shop he was currently doing business with. Though the capital was damaged and the Cult of Ash had made themselves known, Ferr wasn't too worried. He had allowed the students and Princess to go on ahead. After talking things over, he was assured everything would be fine. The town he was in was known as Speidup. The town, though worried about the recent events, still held onto their traditions. And with it being a certain time of year, it was time for the great Speidup racing tournament.

People from around Remnant came to race on the compact sand road known as the Dry River. While the race track was large, it also included a section of track that ran into the Vilas forest on the edge of the desert. There wasn't a large grand prize, but the winner did get the right to gloat and brag about their skills. Having all that said though, the turn out was sadly low. Once again due to the Setek incident. But Ferr was confident that everything would turn out fine. "Just got Slip fixed up. And the competition looking this gloomy and dry, I might win this."

Ferr smiled as he heard his engine roar from behind him. The silver duo-seated motortrike came out into the light. The reflection was blaring and bright. It had recently been totaled in the Rift invasion. But now the bike was read to roll. "Lets win one for good'ol Legion."