Victor ran his tongue over his teeth and smacked his lips. “Love. It makes the most grounded of us fly like sparrows.  It is almost as bad as the treasure fever, eh Sarah?”  He continued without allowing a response, this time speaking a bit louder and casting his voice over his shoulder. “Speaking of treasure, I got this here treasure map...” Victor pulled a rolled script from his cloak and spread it on the bar. If one weren’t paying attention to the map, they would have noticed subtle change of Victor’s face to one more belonging to a fool. Once it was there though, it was as if it was there all along. “Thing has been confounding me for years...if only I could figure out these symbols...I’d be quite a wealthy man...”