Jorn leaned over the table and studied the map as he listened to the history being unfolded. A dreadful frown took over his face as his eyes scanned over the parchment, supposedly looking for a sensible route while his mind was really occupied with how he could possibly pull off such a reckless quest.<br/><br/>At the words of encouragement from Liliana, he smiled back at her, and then looked up at Vennar and Piri. "At the very least, we'll need allies to supply food...", he noted, straightening up again, "That's what Watch Sergeant Hayes told me once. The first rule of long marches is to plan a resupply every seven days, or you'll starve. But umm..." He glanced pointedly at his father's eyes and pursed his lips, trying do decide how to phrase what he would say next.<br/><br/>"Father...", he addressed Vennar to keep his attention while he continued to think, "...what on Earth am I going to say when I get there?"