((Clever, even though I'd failed to create a suitable description for it.))<br/><br/>Gale had very discretely snuck the three silvers the first orc had into Lea's coin purse on the way to flitting beside her face just above her shoulder so that he might eye the map. "Hmm... torn edges, worn and faded borders, well kept interior. My best guess would be that they stole it from a historian...or an obscure cultist." That such a high pitched voice could sound so matter of factly may have prompted laughter from those not used to it. "Hmm," he humed, chin in hand as he neared the map to study its shape, his surroundings and the cardinal direction indicator on the map. "I'd put us closer to about here," he pointed closer to the western edge, though still a good distance from the forest's borders. "That red X mark isn't too far from here either..." he muttered as he lifted into the air, turned tword the north east. "Wanna give it a go? It's closer than those other ruins, and if a key's needed, all the more likely that there's something to find!"