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The Grand Salon has been commandeered for the purpose of the Pathfinders tonight. Bathed by light from the bank of windows, a large table has been manuevered into place. There aren't any chairs nearby, so that folks can meanders around said table freely. It is dominated by a large map of the sea lanes to and from Amber's waters. Rough guestimates on directions towards sea-paths are noted via markers and figurines. Smaller parchments of lesser shadowpaths are also there, positioned near the transit points to Amber's dominion. An assortment of jigsaw pieces emptied from cosmological puzzle boxes.

Ruby is there looking over the large table. A studious looking scribe is nearby, in a heated discussion about finances. The parchment he holds bears slashes and circles, his attempts to do some accounting while speaking with another merchant who sells provisions for long journies. An assortment of other adventureous looking sorts linger at the edges of the room while they gobble like turkeys over past troubles and present concerns.
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