[center][h3][b]Mariel[/b][/h3][/center]

With a frown firmly formed on her lips, Mariel studied the goblin with growing concern. It was clear the small creature had stolen the compass, her fellow Plane Tender had caught on, and further trouble seemed to be avoided only through the social graces of the merchant cartographer. However, the goblin was not her problem. She had more pressing concerns. Tir Na Og. That was all that she cared about.

Coughing softly, as she had learned people did when they wished to avoid an impolite interruption, she addressed the map maker, "Master Manyroads, how much would you charge for this map?"

She shot a cold gaze towards the mischievous goblin, a measured look that seemed free of judgment, but full of warning, "And a compass suitable for traversing such a place? I could perhaps, provide you with a more recent perspective of the altered lands once my task here is done?"