It's a Map

-The Bramble Wood,
Very Near Jocelynn's Inn,
Early Morning, 1 DSTR-

Ponce couldn't help but smile slightly as Garteh took the bag. He crossed his arms, brows furrowing slightly, not out of anger, but pure curiosity.

What could he possible have experienced that would make him act in such a way?

It was at this moment that Poce considered that perhaps it wasn't simply his actions on thier own that had caused Gareth to act the way he did towards the soldier.

What had happened, then?

Ponce snapped out of his ponderous trance upon hearing Ceriden's voice. He had only caught a few words, but it took him not long to catch the drift of his request.

"Um...¡Vale!"

He walked over to the black haired zombie, Kel, before akwardly sifting through it's pockets. He raised a rolled piece of parchment into the air, waving it slowly.

"Aquí. We used this map to get here. "

Spinning the map in his left hand, he offered the paper to Ceriden as one might offer a sword.