He turns the map over to the man, displaying his somewhat childish drawing of monsters just over the vale of a thin dotted line. "Dinosaurs," he says, saying the word like he's unsure if he's pronouncing it correctly. "And getting a map from the Council means that I see it, but I don't see it. I still don't know what I can believe, seeing things with my own two eyes is..."

Well, it's the least he can do. He takes the time to mark 'Dock' onto his map before tucking it away, the pencil with it. His fingers and legs tremble slightly with the exertion of coming out this far, but he tries to disguise it by approaching and leaning his weight against a post. "And you are?"