It was halfway through Lryera's lengthy conversation that the sage had eventually joined them; He picked up everything from<em>Free knight</em>onward. He wordlessly seated himself, and looked over the others gathered there. Noticeable, he has no food or drink, and makes no move to acquire either.<br/><br/>"I believe the young man means to say he is a mercenary." He spoke only after she had finished. But he quickly moved on to educating her on the finer points of maps. "Each map is created by a different person. Consequently, their are slight variations, because it is impossible to exactly map a location, short of magical means...which, of course, are in small supply."<br/><br/>He would lean over the table towards her, looking at the maps. "They're about as accurate as you'll ever find, I'd imagine. Still, it is best to look at it as an approximation." He would sit back down. "And perhaps it would serve you better to not announce your profession so eagerly in this location." It was a public location, indoors, but their was a bit of a crowd, and she could easily be overheard.<br/><br/>Oberym was, in all honesty, a bit surprised that a fellow master of the arcane arts could be... not entirely there.  Still, he makes no comment on that, and merely tries to help her. It would behoove them all to cover for each others weak points.