[Leif's Chamber—Later]
ROOOOLLLLL…
The map of Frojnholm's territory unraveled across the floor like some ancient scroll of doom, and I plopped down on my knees with the seriousness of a general plotting world domination.
"Alright…" I tapped the map dramatically. "Let's see how many forests we've got to play hide-and-seek in."
Alvar leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me like I was performing in a circus he never bought tickets for.
I squinted hard at the map. "Hmm… the map is… damn huge. And verrrrrryyyy detailed."
"Maps," Alvar said dryly, "are usually detailed, Leif."
I nodded furiously, as if I agreed with the wisdom of the gods. Then my eye twitched. Slowly, I rolled the map back up, lifted it high above my head, and screamed, "YES, THEY ARE DETAILED—TOO DETAILED! WHO EVEN NEEDS THIS LEVEL OF DETAIL?!"
