"Hmmph," snorts the ivy-haired figure. "A map of the sewers. As much time as I have spent hunting wererats in the sewers, why did I not think of this? It could stand a few corrections, however...."
Snatching one of the sewer maps, she disappears upstairs for almost ten minutes. When she returns, the modified map is slid halfway under the box, pinning the note against the floor and shielding it from sudden gusts through the tavern's busy front door.
"Here is hoping that the author finds my work useful. Hmm, Curaj?"