"Very good choice, my friend." Curtis quickly pocketed the coin and then in a flourish, downed the rest of his drank and smacked the tankard on the table. "It's best if we go now. I'll be far too drunk in the morning to be of any use." He joked, rising from the table and unraveling the map before them. It was an unimpressive work, mostly scratchy penmanship and sketches, but there was a certain feverish detail in it that brought it out. The inn was marked on it and in the upper left corner of the map, a line had been drawn. That line was marked as 'Galothiel border.'Curtis was making for the door, waving them to follow. The rain outside was starting to die down.