Klaus materialized before the table, his senses immediately drawn to the captivating spread map that lay before him.
The intricate lines and symbols etched onto its surface seemed to beckon him closer, promising hidden knowledge and untold secrets. His brow furrowed in curiosity as he turned to face Krivvor.
"What is this?" Klaus queried, his voice laced with a mix of awe and anticipation. His eyes were fixed upon the mesmerizing map, his fingers itching to trace the intricate pathways that crisscrossed its surface.
A smile played upon Krivvor's lips, a knowing glimmer in her eyes as she savored Klaus's insatiable thirst for discovery. With a graceful motion, she extended her arm, her finger tracing a deliberate path towards the center of the map.
As her fingertip gently tapped the designated spot, she declared, "It's known as the Emblem."
