Cecil was pretty confused by this point. He wasn't really good at mysteries. Not real ones. He was very good at mystery STORIES, especially ones starring him, where he solved everything very quickly and impressively, and just in time to smile at a pretty lady.

But real mysteries were hard. And complicated. And messy.

He peered at the map, tilted his head. Looked back up at Irena.

"You live here, we don't. So what do the guards... do? What do they guard? Are they keeping people out, or in? What would someone DO with this map? Break out? Steal something? Walk around after curfew? Pantie raids? Stealing things?