Planning Ahead

[The Ramirez]

"The fastest huh?" Kaleb asked while pulling the map out . "Let's see, we are..... here" Kaleb pointed at the map with more confidence than he let on. Truth be told, he was never very good with reading maps. While he knew maps had legends that showed what directions lay in which direction, the actual directions always eluded him. But while he knew better than to mislead the party, he'd be damned if he admitted to being unable to match the image others had of him. With that thought, a flash of inspiration. "How about we ask the slaves? I'm sure one of them knows the area better." As Kaleb looked into the crowd, he was looking for a slave with a particular body language. Someone different from the broken and scared masses. Someone the people would follow. He had no doubt the former slaves would obey he and his friends. The greatest stories weren't about people who obeyed a liberator. The greatest stories were about people who followed a leader that had suffered with them. He looked now for someone with a particular expression of determination. "You there..." Kaleb said aloud and simply picked the most hopeful looking face he saw look up. "How long have you and your people been as slaves?"