(Sorry for so long; I'll just be getting us moving to the map-guy >.<)<br/><br/>"I say good Dwarven Gods what has Flint thrust upon me," she mumbled to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Sure, you were going to be assisting me anyway probably. I'm going to be meeting with someone at the Academy firstly about some information.  I'll grab something to eat from a vendor on the way..."<br/><br/>Before going though, she made sure to fix herself a quick flagon of ale, downing it summarily.  Tinka was going to be... interesting to deal with at this point.  If Flint was a teacher, this would be a fruitful lesson...