Ah, an old map, you say? The ruins always hold more than stone, and a forgotten city is a treasure in itself. I’d love to pry it out of the dust, but I’m not one for quick fixes; a good parchment needs careful reading, a pencil, and a cup of tea. And while I’m at it, I might forget where I set my glasses, but that won’t stop me from hunting the riddles that hide the real prize.

Tea's ready, map’s in hand, and I’ve misplaced my glasses somewhere in this hall of echoes—so if they start drifting, we’ll chase them like the clues we’re about to chase. Let’s see where the parchment leads, but I warn you, I’ll question every shortcut the modern world offers; we’ll dig for the truth, one careful step at a time.

Sounds like a plan—though I’m afraid the only shortcut I’ll take is to misplace my glasses again, but that’s part of the charm. Let’s dig, crack the map, and let the mystery unfold at its own pace. I’m ready, tea ready, eyes on the parchment. Let's see what truth waits in the dust.