Illiendi would have reveled in his masters weakness, in the knowledge that the last a hundred or more years had not taken away an ounce of his charm but the boys weakness instead concerned him. While the boys self-righteous bent to only engage in carnal acts with a person he loves was no doubt noble in the eyes of other humans it meant he was susceptible to the wiles of women, who were a crafty species indeed. It meant Illiendi was going to have to watch out for his little master as they traveled, certainly when they docked at their first port, it would take nearly two weeks to get there if the weather stayed fair and in all that time he would have only men for company. While many sailors would fill their own carnal desires with one another, albeit in secret, he somehow doubted Amano would have anything to do with that. 

When given the lead to the cartographers Illiendi gave a respectful half bow and took the door, holding it open for his master and only once the young Lord inside did he slip into the room, allowing the door to shut with the faint ringing of a bell. Papyrus and paper scattered the shop, filling wooden bins, some were laid flat with weights at the corners while others were tied up with string. From the back an old man, with one white blind eye shuffled out and peered at the two men in his shop, clocking Amano he gave a brief scoff and shook his head before taking his place upon a high stool on the other side of his counter. 

While the man looked briefly at Illiendi his eyes returned to the young Lord quickly, "Your ol' man letting you take one of the new boys out for a spin? Can't tell if he's mocking you or pitying ya'." Once again the man eyed Illiendi and finally seemed to catch those intense blue eyes, the mirth briefly draining from his face long enough for the demon to speak. 
"I assure you good sire, [b] my master[/b] is not in need of his pity." The older man took a moment to process this, glancing from servant to lord and back again, 
"This...is yours? Well my boy, I ain't going to ask how you got him...what do you want today?"
"[b]My Master[/b] is under taking a voyage, we need to look at the maps pertaining to the gaping maw to Ashai, we'll also require one from Ashai to the shadow lands, do not try and fool [b]my master[/b], he spotted the Ashai to Shadowlands map as he walked in." The old mans mouth fell open to protest but found it shutting rather promptly after and with a grumble and a nod he shuffled off his chair and made his way to the front of his desk and towards the pair, "Ashai? Shadowlands? Boy yer father is cruel, it's a suicide run. What's he want you to get? Dragon's teeth? Siren's scales?" He snickered quietly to himself as he carefully unpinned the Ashai to shadowlands map, brushing the dirt and dust that had fallen on it free of the thick papyrus before beginning to roll it up.