"My private study," Elric said, gesturing towards a small, sturdy door behind the bar. "It's secure. No one will disturb us there."
The room was small and cluttered, filled with shipping manifests, old account books, and maps of trade routes pinned to the walls.
It smelt of old paper and spilt wine. They gathered around a small, sturdy table. For a long moment, they were silent, each man contemplating the enormity of their task.
"Where do we even begin?" Elric asked, rubbing his tired eyes. "The world is a big place."
"We begin with what we know," Gregor said, taking charge. He was a man of order, and he approached this problem as he would a battle plan. "We each have a piece of the map. We just need to put them together."
He looked at Tyren.
