"Oho? An adventurer, are ye? Well, o' course ye are, just look at ye, silly question, lass. Right, a map of the coast o' Varisia, here," he said, hopping down from his stool, and coming around the counter, to look over the maps along the walls. He takes several minutes looking them over, scratching his chin thoughtfully, and not saying much, before finally picking out a map for her.<br/><br/>"'Ere ye go, lass. Only about twelve years old, so nothing should be out of date for ye," he said, holding it up for her to see. It was almost as much a piece of art, as a useful map, hand drawn with colored pencils, in loving detail.