"Okay guys, let's sum up everything that we know so far."
Instead of relying on their imagination alone, Fen pulled out his personal knife - the only weapon he was allowed to carry within the walls of the city without holding an official position. In fact, though, this knife was nothing more than a tool he would use either while eating or in random situations like the one at hand.
"Let's start from the bottom and work our way up."
Relying on his memory alone, Fen used his knife to carve the general idea of how the Gizadian empire and its southern neighbours used to look like. Noticing an anxious look of the Innkeeper, Fen momentarily stopped his work only to reach for his pouch and throw a small gold towards him.
An unnecessary generosity as even a brand new desk like the one Fen was vandalising right now could cost at most maybe five silvers, meaning the young mercenary just overpaid more than twelve times!
