Kief pulled the map out of the satchel that he always carried slung over his shoulder. The heavy paper curled stubbornly as he unrolled it.
He held it up like a trophy, smiling ear to ear, “Something huh?”
The paper’s texture was just like his grandpa’s old maps. Leather was stitched around all four edges with a long leather tassel tied to the top right corner. Strange worn characters and symbols covered the page.
“Now if it were only written in a language we could understand,” Tarc ran his thick fingers through his curly blond hair.

Chapter 1 pg. 3