[Oh, that . . . sure is a map of home, isn't it? Rosalind hisses softly, her eyes narrowing. She rerolls the map of Columbia after a moment-- she's sure taking them all with her, but that first and foremost-- and glances over towards her companions.]
I think you'll be able to find your homes here. There's a detailed map of mine.
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I think you'll be able to find your homes here. There's a detailed map of mine.
[Next drawer?]