Seated at a cleared-off table at the wall opposite the bar, the heavily braided and tattooed elf shook hands with a man in chainmail and wrote down another name and address on the list before her. A length of parchment tacked to the wall behind her indicated her name and profession, done in careful draftsman's hand with henna ink: Tiemar, Cartography, Quality Maps -- Commissions welcome. An elaborate compass rose with a small drawing of a road going over a distant horizon occupied the center of the scroll, and in more recent lettering underneath were printed the words "Now accepting preorders for Undermountain maps".

Tiemar set the list aside and unrolled the map of her route through Amn that she'd been working on. The last few days of occupying this particular table and plying her trade at the Yawning Portal had taught her that it was better for business if customers saw her with quill dipped as she sat -- it provided an example of the quality of craftsmanship and made her look serious about her work. Rearranging her workspace, she checked the ink on another sheet stowed on the floor by her chair and saw that it was dry. Smiling grimly, she lifted the scroll and pinned it next to her advertisement. Done in her typical careful hand, it read "Expedition forming for immanent descent on morrow. If you want to stop standing around and pretending you're about to go down inside, talk to Tiemar".