The hunter nods, rolling his eyes. "People are so forgetful these days." Then he mounts his horse again and trots off in a different direction. You heave a sigh of relief.
You walk off down the street, careful not too look too anxious to get away. Next stop: the Bolted Crag close to the wharf. You check your map again and look around, feeling overwhelmed. Directions and geography have not always been your strong point.
"You look lost!" You look up in surprise to find an old woman staring right at you. You smile nervously.
"It's okay; I have a map."
"Are you sure? I could give you directions, you poor little thing. Do come inside!"