The Map

"Here."

The tallest cloaked figure put a swollen finger to the shriveled parchment. Displayed on the paper was a poorly drawn map of Simul, marked to the hilt and singed on the sides. It had seen much use and was obviously important to the group of four. They hovered closely to the rotten stump it had been splayed upon, their dull eyes watching their leader's every movement as he spoke their next plans. "We move come the morning." A few nods were the only answer he received...but the noise coming from footfalls beyond the tree line had him rolling the map up and shoving it into his inner cloak pocket.