The map didn't smell nearly as bad as that disgusting Skyllard. The pen, though, was another story entirely. It wasn't that bad if he kept it away from his face, and hopefully, the wind and open space would clear out the stench. The prospect of being stuck with this throughout an entire cave system did not appeal to him at all.
His two partners followed diligently behind him in silence. "So?" the smallest of the three, the little girl covered under the red cloak, asked.
The one at the front stopped, and he grimaced. "There's not much on it," he said, and although he had expected it — there was a reason they needed explorers to chart the caves — he hadn't imagined the map to be so bare.