Lydia pulled out a hand drawn map from one of her large pants pockets. She began to unfold it and laid it out on the desk in front of them as she said, "This is the map showing the way to the cave entrance that her father went to in order to drop off the ransom money. He mentioned that it was a large enough opening that a few people could walk in easily at the same time, but it was still hidden due to the surrounding brush." She tried to offer further details into what they face, "When he overpowered the man sent to pick up the money, he went inside, hoping to find his daughter, but the traps and obstacles he faced were too great. He did not go into detail about them, but I hope we can all contribute in our own ways." Lydia was certainly the weakest of them. She did not have the strength of the smith, or the magic of the sorceress. She needed their help.
"Thank you," she said with a polite smile as she took the map. She studied it briefly, committing it to memory. The city and cave entrance were each marked with a large X. An arrow denoted north as up, and the layout indicated she would be starting off that way. Part of the route followed a major road, and would be easy. Several landmarks were crudely drawn and labeled, no doubt to aid in navigating the more difficult part: a cluster of dead trees, a circle of rocks, an abandoned campsite, a stone arch, and a rock overhang apparently not far from the cave. She returned the map to Lydia. "I should no longer need this. Thank you again." She gestured toward the chairs, offering, "Would you both like to have a seat' This may take a few moments."
Lydia nodded silently, trying not to break any type of concentration Serine had, or needed. She went over to one of the waiting chairs and sat down gracefully, sitting up straight in perfect posture.
The smith looked around there were seats and they looked to be comfortable, he however was too far on edge to bother with sitting. He let his thumbs caress the carved handles of his hammers and moved to look at something. Should he talk" He had no idea, the urge to speak to himself nagged at the back of his mind. He thought about the girl that had been taken, and his mood darkened for those who would take a child.
Satisfied that they would both be comfortable during the wait, she said, "If you'll excuse me...? and closed her eyes. To the pair of onlookers, she appeared to simply stand there in a trance.