The hunter expected something to happen. Hadama suspected there to be magic within the confines of the parchment, but as Noah unrolled it and looked east with it held up in his arms, nothing happened. He waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, when he felt like he had given whatever he was waiting for enough time, he headed down.
"I don't know about this map." Noah said, rolling it up and handing it back over to Hadama. "I pointed it east, I held it out in all different ways, and nothing happened." Noah crouched at the waters edge, resting his forearms on his knees. "What else have you done?"
