"It was right there the whole damn time?!"
"What was where?" Oli reached for the map only for his claw to get smacked away.
Zelsh eyed the drake and pulled the map away. "Don't you dare rip this! There's no way we'd get another one without begging Eeole for a favor."
Squinting, Oli asked, "Why's that? It's just a map."
"Yeah, and I'm just a casual cultivator!" barked Zelsh, staring daggers into the oblivious Oli. "This isn't just a map of Nightscape City. It's a map of the Toxic-shadow Clan. Without this, our only way to get inside would be to ask for permission to visit from the head honcho herself!"
While Oli swallowed down some impulsive nerves along with that imagined scenario, a new set of worries crawled to the forefront of his mind.
"Wait. You're taking me to the Toxic-shadow Clan? As in, Trada's clan?"
"The one and only."
