Glenn listened intently to Roan's explanation, trying to keep up with his train of thought. The word "treasure" in particular stuck with Glenn and visions of piles and piles of gold coins entered his mind. 

He blinked a few times as it seemed to take a moment to finish processing all that Roan had just said. "Hmm..." he pondered, scratching his chin thoughtfully. Finding treasure would sure beat the hard labor of farming. As the boy rolled up the map, Glenn watched him, waiting for the much smaller boy to return it. 

"My name is Glenn," the large youth said slowly, eyes still on the rolled up map. "Hey, Roan, you really think there might be treasure there? Old man Calhoun liked to talk bout treasure. And 'bout slayin' monsters. You think there might be monsters too?"