Alaedra listens and watches, making a mental note that it's about a straight line from the seventh ward gate. But some distance, so maybe Alaedra should look into some kind of magical rations and water. That'd probably be a better bet than hoping for inns dotted along the countryside at convenient one day intervals in a place like Hell.<br/><br/>"Very good." Alaedra says appreciatively, putting a gold coin down on the map. If it's not for a second charge, then it's fine as a tip.<br/><br/>In typical drow fashion, that final curt statement is also a farewell and Alaedra turns to leave. She's got little else to do today, so Alaedra decides dinner and some entertainment, be it singers or pit fights or something in between, is all that's in order before resting. The only thing she needs to do otherwise is keep her eyes open for any shops selling magical goods, since she's now got a short list of things she's looking for. Beyond that, there's not anything specific till she's to be at Surtur's shop tomorrow.