A Meeting over Maps

Grystorn looked up at her. "I came across an old crone in the forest who shared the tale with me. There are many tales of this land that are nearly forgotten with time." He tapped a finger on the hills near the lake. "Problem is... there is more than one barrow, and few know exactly which barrow is his."

Sabela shivered so quickly she couldn't hide it. She set her cup down on the table and stared at the map, quiet for some moments.

Grystorn looked up at her when he caught the shiver out of the corner of his eye. "It's not too late to back out now if you want." He offered gently. "Who knows what we could be walking into."

Sabela shook her head and pressed both her palms to the table to calm herself. "No, no. It...tickled my memory, is all. What was the riddle again? What are the steps after? Show me..."