Dorian almost asked why local mages would need maps but then he remembers that these mages aren't allowed the same freedoms. Of course they wouldn't know anything. They had probably rarely even been outside.

"Permission writ," Dorian snorts as he gets to his feet. The idea is ludicrous to him. Mages needed permission to go somewhere as if they were children instead of adults capable of rational decisions and their own actions. "The South is an odd, odd place. I'll see you when we return. And as always you can come find my company if you're bored or need an opinion. At least someone around here listens to me."