The scroll is simple parchment, though a touch beat up and even stained (given that the bearer was a goblin, it perhaps doesn't stand much contemplation on what the stains might have come from). A bit of perusal shows a few houses on one edge of the map, a squiggly line running from a large triangle at the top, with a black circle just above the squiggly line and a tiny stick figure next to it with a wide head and sharp teeth. The squiggly line more or less straight down that passes to the right of the houses. There's a hump just north of the town, and an X there. Next to the X is another, larger stick figure, who seems to have stars above his head.
There appears to be no real writing anywhere on it. Antares can easily tell that whatever was used to WRITE the squiggles was pretty high quality, almost what one might use to write in a spell book.
The three councilmembers arrive. Antares has seen them at various times, but never talked to them personally. Each has a symbolic wooden scale on their left breast, and the lead woman - greying hair, and a somewhat wrinkled face although one that appears as though it might smile as much as it frowns, speaks first. She's not smiling. "You four. What happened? Is Gregof alright?" The other two, middle aged men - one human, and one dwarf, hang back for a moment to let her question the small party. Antares digs deep and remembers the woman's name, Glasia. She's one of the ones who most tries to keep things as they were before Eliaesel's disappearance, partly in the hopes that the silver dragon will return, and partly because she feels that her policies were wise and can still work. In particular, she is known to speak out loudly against any hint of racism by the other humans in the town.
