[center][h2]Thoris, The Ocean Shore[/h2]
[sub]FATALITY...Almost[/sub][/center]

	Grezola paused and glared at Ainra with disdain as she spoke so ruthlessly about the old woman's attitude, but was surprised with she threw a punch at her wrinkled old face without concern for the well being of a poor old lady, oh the shame of it all! Grezola stood her ground though, taking the punch head on. Her head jerked to the side and a nasty lump immediately developed where she was struck, but she turned to Ainra with a smile. "IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT YOU LITTLE TRAMP?" She shouted at the top of her lungs, sounding rather hoarse. In reality, she was struggling to stand up straight. Her legs and arms shook like crazy, and she grasped the shaft of her staff with whatever force she could still muster, struggling to stay on her feet.

	Jenso opened the map, which showed a crude outline of the entire continent, including the cities and towns throughout! Within moments of him looking at the map, his name appeared in the bottom left corner in very neat handwriting, and a large fortress appeared north of Thoris, like magic! A dotted line then showed up and guided them directly to Krunk's fortress, through the a forest that separated them.

	"I'VE GOT EIGHTY YEARS AND ABOUT FIFTEEN LIFETIMES WORTH OF PAIN UNDER MY BELT, BITCH!" Grezola yelled once again.

	"AND MY NAME IS GREZOLA, Jenso!" She finally stopped, calming her tone entirely despite the fact that she was shaking worse than an epileptic caterpillar.