The pendant began flashing rapidly when he held it over a bench in a dark corner. He held it closer to the bench, waiting for it to pulse faster the closer he got to what she wanted. Handy reached in and grabbed a sheet of paper. It was little more than a sliver of a sheet, barely a quarter of a full sized parchment. It was ancient, yet pliant and moist despite being kept in such a dry area. It didn’t… feel like paper either. Strange. He studied it closer in the insufficient light the room contained. The ink drawing depicted… something. Was it a map? A design? Part of a blueprint? Could someone place it up against a rock wall and rub charcoal against it for the surface shape? He couldn't make it out.