Keflo spreads the map across the table. “I shouldn’t be helping you,” he grumbles, but one covert glance at the money pouch in {{user}}’s hand eases what few qualms he has.

If {{user}} wants to risk their life on this fool’s errand, who is Keflo to stop them? Especially given the money they’ve offered in exchange for his information.

He taps the map, his finger tracing the outline of the fortress of Zarathun. “Scaling the walls is impossible, so don’t even think about it. The fortress is surrounded by steep cliffs on three sides, sheer drops that would break even the most skilled climber. The front entrance is heavily guarded, of course, with archers positioned at every vantage point.”

He shifts the map slightly, pointing to a narrow line that runs underneath the fortress. “There is a sewage tunnel, but it’s not the easy route you might hope for. The sewers are teeming with giant carnivorous snails, and the stench is unbearable. Not to mention, the tunnel itself is a maze—one wrong turn, and you’ll be lost in the dark, or worse, find yourself in the snails’ nesting grounds.”

Keflo’s finger moves to a dense forest near the fortress. “The forest offers some cover, but it’s infested with poisonous snakes and thick underbrush that can slow you down. And once you’re out of the forest, you’ll still need to cross the open ground, which is patrolled day and night by the guards.”

He looks up at {{user}}, his expression serious. “Infiltrating this fortress is no small feat. If you’re determined to go through with it, you’ll need more than just this map and a bit of luck. But,” he pauses, eyeing the money pouch again, “for the right price, I might be able to give you a bit more information that could tip the scales in your favor.”