Jasper was occupied with two thoughts - what exactly where they going to face and why the people around here spoke so pompously. He was well educated, for his age - remarkably so, and it was the sole reason, apart from his hunger of adventures, for which he was on the other side of this gate. Yet "such accusations of their own culture" rubbed him the wrong way.<br/><br/>"I wonder if you would be as kind as to change the discourse of your enchanting conversation a bit, dear sirs and ma'ams, and you, Father, but I was thinking if it would be more rational for us to start with maps of this place and what have the scouts detected the previous days. First things first, so to say." He gave a sarcastic grin to accent on his annoyance and pulled a bit the straps of his backpack, one of his own design - external frame, which held a spare case of arrows for his crossbow, adjusting straps, going over his shoulders and across the chest, well-impregnated canvas and the option to attach a second piece of fabric, to turn it into a semi-comfortable sleep sack. Everything he had brought with him, except for the repeating crossbow itself, was lying in that backpack.