The vistani's eyes narrowed as he observed the stack of gold before him, and then nodding his assent, reaching out to the map and pointing out a landmark far to the west of the country. The markings in common on the map indicated it to be the border of the small country.<br/><br/>"These here are the gates of Ravenloft. To find them, requires only a steady hand. Go out into the darkness, and head north until you find them. On a night such as this, the power of my homeland is at hand, and will easily guide you to them. As long as you possess the map, and focus upon the gates, you will find yourself there."<br/><br/><strong>DM: Lorelei rolled her insight, and got a 3, bringing her total up to 8. She is certain that the man is withholding information, but not certain what is being withheld, or more importantly why.</strong><br/><br/>With this final word, the vistani man turned to the innkeeper, paying his tab and then making his way out into the night, providing the pair with no further aid. Lorelei took his leaving with some small matter of confusion, speaking to them when he was at last absent.<br/><br/>"I do not trust that man. He asked us for gold, but did not seem to care how much we provided to him. I feel that it might have been a ploy to get the map into our possession. Do you think it might be some sort of cursed item?"<br/><br/>The genasi turned her intentions entirely towards her new companion now, looking to her for advice on this matter. New as she was to this lifestyle, Lorelei was at a loss as to what was going on, and hopeful that the Mira could provide insight on the matter. The druid had only had a few dealings with such traders, and her attempt to test the man had borne little real fruit. He had simply brushed aside her deception.<br/><br/>"Perhaps we would do well to simply burn it, and put the matter from our minds. You did seem very interested in visiting this place though. Do you have a past association with this land he spoke of?"