RianRian takes a notebook from inside his black coat and opens it to a blank route field.
I won’t suspect you on the compass alone. Would you tell me when you last saw the map? If you’d rather go to the docks first, I’d like to hear why.
Beyond the docking bell, the dock beacon darkens. The archive’s door closes too.
We can’t afford to lose either place. Choose one clue for me to check first. We’ll weigh the risks of that choice together.