Name;  Jasper Howe<br/>Time;  Early morning.<br/>Location;  Makeshift fort guarding the portal to the other side.<br/>Tagged;  All<br/><br/>"Ew, burry the thing or burn it's carcass somewhere!" Jasper wasn't queasy about dead bodies, he had come here to make a few, after all, but he had a problem with this kind of attitude towards him. He went with that David guy to get a map, looking around the fort, as they walked, then almost immediately went back to unroll the thick vellum in front of the others. The fact that the two worlds shared basically the same geography was neat, but with him having just passing knowledge about most of the continent and the radically different "attitudes" of the people in the two places, that was a bit of an overrated bonus.<br/><br/>"How the hell should I know?" Answered the young engineer, without taking eyes from the map and without paying much attention to what else was happening around him. It wasn't that he needed it that much at that moment, but it helped him to concentrate his thoughts. "Just take care about going down that path for now. It's in the fucking mountain, they can fly, we cannot and you can guess it from there... Landistar, which of your people have last travelled down that path? Or gotten the farthest?"<br/><br/>