The dim lighting gave the room a feel of 'winding down' to some, but Po seemed alert, if not relaxed. He was evidently very consumed by the book he read. That was, until Mari settled down at his table. He blinked and looked up when she smiled. He gave a bright smile back to showcase he wasn't annoyed at her wanting to speak to him. He put a bookmark in the leather bound tome and set it aside before regarding her. "Hey, it's no problem. We're going to be traveling together so it's probably good we talk a bit." he replied. 

He crossed his toned arms on the table, leaning on them. In the lighting, the caramel of his skin seemed an even deeper hue. The young man looked at the table, deep in thought as he considered her question. "A sister of Rán?" He echoed to himself, and then his dark eyes turned to meet hers. "You're one of them? Er, um looking to be?" He scratched the back of his head, ruffling his thick head of black hair. "I've never heard of a temple moving..." 

Po knew the ins and outs of most of this quadrant of the Blackwood, though that was a lot to retain in his mind, particularly considering how late it was. It took him a moment to next speak until his eyes brightened. "Wait, yes. Not a moving temple, but I do remember there being a rumor of a water temple with some sort of religious significance fairly close, actually. It's uh-" He turned around, opening up his knapsack. After ruffling around it a moment, he pulled out a sheet of paper and a quill. He dipped it in some ink, eyes glancing her way. 

"Sorry," He chuckled breathlessly. "I'm not very good at explaining things after I've had a few. It's when I've had more than a few that I start rambling. Here..." 

For a commoner, he had very smooth strokes of the hand, making what she would find out was a map in a lavish style of sweeping black ink. Po took only a brief minute with his map, and though it was basic it was certainly better than nothing. On second glance, it attributed a lot of various obstacles and pathways before her. He moved his chair closer to hers, setting down and sliding the map between. 

"Ok so...we're here...and we'll be moving north..." His finger traced over a path that broke through what was a heavily wooded area, passed a bog and astride a few smaller mountains to what looked to be riverlands. "The last I heard of any water temple, it was actually pretty close to where I [i]think[/i] we're going. Orek knows the path far better than me, but he probably can't help with your temple. I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be northeast of where the fabled rings are." 

He turned and looked at her to gauge if she found his advice helpful. "I also hear the doors to the place are locked by some spell, but who knows what's really going on there? Maybe you'll find something to help you where we're headed?" 
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