The Evils of Haranshire
Before their early morning shopping excursion even began, Theron had already made his first purchase of the day; a bottle of the finest wine the inn he was staying at had in store. It was carefully tucked away in his backpack until he noticed a few hardened leather and steel flasks at the common goods store where the party ended up purchasing their mapping supplies. He bought a couple and asked for a block of sealing wax almost as an afterthought. Passing by the marketplace, he thought it prudent to take some more rations with him, and a tent, for his own comfort.
At the same stall as the rations, he made the purchase of some more wine, this time of a lower quality. Stepping away from everyone for a moment, he uncorked his newly acquired flasks and poured the contents of the wine bottle into two of them, filling the bottle with the cheaper wine instead. The first use of his sealing wax is to seal the cork back in place, so the bottle looks pristine and new. Who knows, perhaps a bottle of 'expensive' wine will come in handy. Or maybe not. His mind wandered, and he imagined a giant grabbing the bottle between its ginormous fingers and accidentally crushing it before long. Shivers ran up his spine, and, after packing all of his rations into the sack he got along with the new supplies, he hurried to follow the mostly-elven group he's attached himself to.
Now that they are out of the town, he looks to the other adventurers. Clearing his throat,
he begins, "Speaking of which, may I inquire as to... what exactly are we doing? All I know is that there may be giant bandits involved, along with a swamp of some kind. What... is our task with the swamp, other than...", he gestures to the current location of the parchment and ink, "Mapping it out?"