Irader hadn't needed much, really.  He had a campfire in a pocket really, and unlike wizards, Irader didn't need to worry about most spell casting materials, and didn't have any over sized, boring old spell books to carry. His draconic ancestors didn't need spell books, although apparently his great great grandfather had collected them anyway, just for the sake of gathering arcane knowledge. Once they all got out of the city, despite the suspicion of the gate guards, Irader looked at the others. "So, does anyone know what the best route is?" He asked. While out getting himself a tent, Irader had also bought a couple of different maps of the region, but was hardly gifted in cartography and map reading. He took one of them out of one of his scroll cases and unraveled it, offering the map to whoever would take a look.