EIGHT
Bodden
FALL 962 MC
Baron Fitzwilliam entered the map room, still clutching his drink. It had been a hard ride from Queenston, but now that he was here, he was eager to get back to work. He placed his goblet on the table, making his way towards the cabinet that held his maps. Poking through them, he found what he was looking for and laid it out on the table, using his goblet to anchor one corner.
The map revealed the geography of Merceria, but, he noted, it was badly in need of an update. He sought out quill and ink, then sat, pulling some notes from his tunic.
The baron thought of himself as an educated man, and while he had to admit his maps weren't perfect, he prided himself that they were as accurate a facsimile as could be constructed. He had made careful notes concerning Qu
