Cosmin hummed in thought at the gathered crew's various answers.
Garrick's refusal was probably for the best- A duo of sorcerers might be better off without the odd couple. "Ah, yes, right," he called in response to
Caliane, offering her a weak, put on smile. "Wings. A fair excuse... Oh, and my friend," he addressed Ezra in turn, "The cards are, uh... Mercurial, shall we say? This time, they've offered me nothing I hadn't already gathered for myself."
The diviner shrugged his meager pack off of one shoulder, fumbling through it a moment before withdrawing a scroll case and unfurling its contents. Across the bar now laid a map of Epressa, covering the vast expanse of land tracking from the beak of Eaglehead out towards the furthest expanse of the Ixchel wilds. Blue marks have been added after the maps initial creation, ticking off
Portal Stones both newly rediscovered and aged in their use.
Taking a compass in hand, Cosmin went through the process of hastily calculating their adventure's course, pushing thoughts of the nude
Komodi away all the while. "Seems to me that we're about eight days east of the nearest Stone, and another four from there until we reach our destination... Of course, that's as the crow flies. As the pack-mule staggers, however, I'd set us to a conservative two-week ride."
Quickly rolling his map once more, the young man began to shove it back into his over-stuffed bag. "I trust you all know the adage about 'safety in numbers', yes? If you insist upon sticking out on your own, by all means, go ahead. Just don't make yourselves easy targets, alright?"