The human speaks up, obviously the most vocal of the party, if he hadn't figured it out, yet. "I, good sir, am called Daminor Southwind, storyteller extraordinaire. The lovely woman beside me is our leader, Mauraleah Dawnwhisper, and the frigid wench over there is her half-sister, Cerulean." Cerul gives him a piercing glare, which he easily ignores, apparently used to it. Maura sighs, annoyed, but quickly recovers her composure, gesturing to a chair, asking him to sit.<br/><br/>She indicates the map of the Vale before them, pointing to their location, at the eastern edge of the map, indicating the road along the Dawn Way, ending at a small town, Drellin's Ferry, which is at a thin point in the Elsir river, allowing entrance to the Witchwood, where the Keep is said to lie. "Overall, not a terribly difficult journey. It should be a good three day ride to get there, and this country's fairly tame. The Lion's Guard in Brindol," She points to the capital city, a day's ride from here, "keeps this region fairly well protected. The worst thing between here and there is probably a few wandering gnolls, maybe a giant. Even banditry's fairly uncommon, in this region. Once we reach the Witchwood, though, that's another story. It's completely lawless, and said to be a home for all sorts of magical things, so we'll need to be on our toes. Do you have a room here yet, Draiss? If not, we were just about to leave, see if we could make it to Brindol before dark."