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Raspberry looked down at the map she held in her hands with puzzlement; it was crudely drawn and the writing was barely legible on the fragile parchment almost as if made by a whelp. Ailell peered over her shoulder to take a look too, frowning down at the page but trying to make light of what would otherwise be considered a very serious situation. "Wow, that looks kinda bad, does it not? Do you not have anything more.... official?" She looked up at the navy Belemoid quizzically, only to be me...