The trip to the academy was mundane, though Tinka seemed to keep a running commentary going on almost any subject that flitted through her head.  At first it seemed the woman lost to her own voice, but for the moment where she put out a hand staying Velma's step a moment before Velma would have stepped in the unpleasant leavings of some animal.  It had not yet rained this day and such filth washed down into the sewers, but still it was a keen reminder of Tinka's quick eye.<br/><br/>They were greeted upon the entry to the academy, but of course being full members were not hindered in any way.  Tinka led to the library itself and eschewing the librarians made her way to the scroll vault where several people sat with ink and paper and made copies of maps for their own usage from the libraries stock.  One robed guardian, a librarian by the look, stood at a high desk, working on a map.  The maps of the area were constantly changed, as the curse of this region meant that no map could ever be relied upon and even paths and landmarks that had thought to be set for decades mysteriously changed in the region.<br/><br/><strong>"Lysender," </strong>Tinka called to the man,<strong>"I seek a map of the sewers beneath the city, have you one of fair accuracy?"</strong><br/><br/>The man looked up and his lips tightened slightly but he spoke not.  On a scrap of paper he dashed out a figure and handed it to the gnome before returning to his work.  Tinka looked at the scrap and tossed it into the waste basket near his large standing desk and moved to the shelves.<strong>"D-32, D-32, D-32," </strong>she muttered quietly as she searched, finally coming to the right spot and pointing to a shelf at Velma's eye level, several scrolls stacked atop each other and well out of her reach,<strong> "One of those would be best boss."</strong>