Greggory sends for the maps, and answers Arcata's question on behalf of Tzintzan.
"This keep was supposed to protect the farms," he says, "if the commander hadn't been so keen on lining his own pockets." He spits. "Last patrol that was sent out never came back. Then we kinda stopped bothering."
A map is bought over, although it too is little more than a schematic and mostly vague arund the edges. Tzintzan Ryal and Greggory are able to point out the farmsteads - the nearest is about 2 miles northeast of the keep.
Further north, mountains are marked on the map, about three day's travel, east of the eaves of the forest with mysterious lights.
"The Zwergenberg dwarves have a trading outpost in this pass here," says Tzintzan, pointing to the map. "Haven't been there myself for a while, but they used to be friendly enough. For dwarves."
He throws open the side of his wagon.
"Now, my Lady, if your people would care to examine my wares," he moves in closer to Arcata and adds, quietly, "and then I think we need to speak privately, you and your tracker there," he indicates Sh'aah.
OOC: Ryal's wagon effectively contains any mundane item from the lists, but no weapons or armour. He's only got one of anything over 100 gp.