The map's appearance ruined Kevkas's sense of control. This was not his hunting grounds, this was not a familiar inn, and more importantly, this was not where he assumed he was originally. "That we do. Kevkas, by the way." He said, nodding to Razmus. "I'm from Lenovia as well. It seems that's another common factor that binds us." Putting two fists to his temple, Kevkas began to think. He sat in this peculiar way for a moment or two as the others spoke amongst themselves before rising once more. "Ah, Innkeeper? You spoke of us arriving together yes? Could you recall anything in detail about that?"<br/><br/>He hoped the question would not raise any suspicions among the locals, or unwanted attention. Strangers with amnesia would clearly be seen as easy targets. Kevkas knew this because in their shoes he'd have seen just that. Having the rolls reversed, however, was none to his liking, so he brought his pride down enough to work with these "companions" for the time being. The dwarf seemed like a capable fellow, and the hooded gentleman seemed highly aware of things around him. 'Probably an elf, or haughty half-elf. I'll have to wait and see.' The little one and the human however, they seemed too distraught to be anything more than dead weight. As with all things though, time would tell.<br/><br/>He proceeded as before, leaving only one worry un-answered completely. Nor did he dare to ask anyone about it, for civil folk do not normally appreciate talk about wolves as kin. But Fenris was much more than a wolf to Kevkas, and if all these people had made it to this inn without their memories, he feared how his long time companion would be faring on his own in this strange land.