She leaned over her bed, gazing at the tapestry of maps laid out on Rockhome's sandstone floor. She had scoured universities, dorm rooms and stores for any maps she could find, and literally every one was of the local area. No world map, no countries, nothing like that. Part of her somehow expected each of the maps stolen to fit in a neat grid, but obviously all the maps she found were different sizes and different scales, so that was a bust. Well... not a bust, she just had to get more creative with joining them up. Red twine and bluetack served to point out when redundant features existed on two maps at the same time, board game pieces marking important landmarks like portals, go stones marking places she has been to.

She was trying to be systematic here, but it was slow going, and more crucially: She was running out of floor space. She was going to have to stop procrastinating and learn cartography at some point if she was going to be serious about this.

She also just kind of missed not having to tiptoe around Rockhome, y'know? She sighed, she needed some air. She teleported back to Lesbos.