“Fuck Off”

You don’t need a map, you’ll figure this place out on your own, after all, the more crutches you have the more it hurts when they’re kicked out from under you.

Your not gonna rely on a flimsy piece of paper as your single guide through the academy and on top of that, you NEED that gold, food, work materials, bribes, none of them come cheap in a place like this.

The words leave your mouth and she deflated softly, mumbling something before trudging out of sight of you.

Taking that as your cue to leave you head out of the shop, beginning the gauntlet of trial and error, memorizing its idiosyncrasies and quirks.

It’s not lost on you that stubbornness has played a part in this decision, and you also look like a fool to those around you but at least you’ve not had to spend gold on a map you don’t need, right?

Eventually, after a long time you get out of this strange spacial loop you’ve been caught in, finally seeing new terrain.