Zepher was in his room fitting his hand-and-a-half swords to his harness over his coat, which he'd put the hood up on to hide his face. He'd been caught by an old lady who identified herself as Madrona halfway back to his room. She'd scolded him pretty severely for his actions and even beat him with a rolled up piece of paper. She'd let him off easy though as she made him promise to return and tell her how the journey when as well to keep Aristophillia close to him. He nodded, hearing his words to Ari echoed to him from last night. It was quite startling to say the least.<br/><br/>He walked into the common area a touch late. He'd gone to replace the broken throwing knife he finished breaking this morning. He'd found a suitable replacement but it was too gilded for his tastes. He saw Ari first, looking rather stunning in her armor and overcoat. The guide, he almost ignored, though he did filch the map of the journey's route off him when he pretended to run into him.<br/><br/>He would make a copy of the map with details of the deserts surrounding the capital that he knew. Aware that the inhabitants of the capital would not have knowledge of anything beyond the walls, he wasn't going on this journey with his proverbial pants down. That way, having a map he made would benefit him and Ari if the guide's map was lost or taken. He'd just need time to make the map without prying eyes. Easier said than done when he thought about it.