"It is good then that I don't need such things then," Yorda replied mildly. The smoke smelled as poisonous as the strange amber liquid the man was drinking. Was he human? Or did humans just regularly consume poisonous things? Yorda didn't know.

"Anton Shudder never said he liked to be called Grouch better though." He tone was a tad reproachful, and a tad uncertain.

Still, more of interest than the cigarette and booze and Anton's nickname, however, was the map.

"Is this the city?" She asked, barely able to keep the astonishment out of her voice. She was sure such things were normal for others, but she had never seen such a wonder.