While he sketched out the map, he took a moment, glancing up at the faces of the other adventurers to say "I'm Viktor, by the way."<br/><br/>Viktor held up his map and gave it a look. It wasn't quite right, but he didn't think he would have time to try again. Grimbjorn sounded as though he wanted to leave quickly, meaning that their mission would soon be under way. A thought occurred to Viktor, concerning the secretiveness of the room, the floor that muffled sounds, and the magical wards.<br/><br/>He turned to Grimbjorn. "Does your master suspect that there are informants of the Zhentarim here in Secomber? Is that why we're using this room instead of one less protected? That would make sense in light of the fact that the other two teams were killed less than a day into the Moor." Hiring a barge to take them up the river wouldn't work if the Zhentarim had spies in Secomber and were watching for anyone heading into the High Moor. They'd just inform their men to follow the barge and pick off the slow-moving targets with arrows.