Ikcomplo | ^hot^

She was thirty-two, sharp-featured, with dark hair she kept tied back so tightly it gave her a permanent expression of suspicion. She had been a cartographer for the Ashenmere Royal Survey for eleven years, and in that time she had mapped coastlines, mountain ranges, river systems, and the occasional ruined fortress. She was meticulous. She was patient. And she was quietly furious that the Survey refused to fund an expedition to locate Ikcomplo.

He was quiet for a while. "That might be enough. For you. It won't be enough for anyone else." Ikcomplo