Maor seems displeased. He talks to the others quietly, trusting the old fool to ignore his words as he did Garon's. "That is a high price indeed. I doubt it's worth our while to hear the maddened ramblings of an old man. If he can confuse the party's direction of coming and going... what use will his instructions be?" Almost half-heartedly, his left hand pats a rod strapped to his side.
[OOC: Maor has a rod of lesser extension to contribute, but is reluctant to do so. His one ring (protection +1) is of divine, not arcane, magic - and he has nothing else of relevance.]