The Abyssal Wayfinder
The green demonic energy coursing through the map came to life with a soft sizzle when he unfurled it.
As if painting the blank parchment, it drew the city walls with impressive accuracy, at least enough for him to see the static defenses crowning it.
His eyes narrowed, and a soft gasp escaped his lips as the map continued.
Habitations appeared one after another to fill the blanks. Above them, short words hovered in green to tell what they were.
Finally, under the hovering name of the inn, he saw an arrow representing him.
Intrigued, he tucked his fingers around his chin and stepped forward.
Surprisingly, the arrow moved simultaneously, causing his eyes to widen at the map's true value.
"It's a real-time mini-map!" His hands trembled around the rough parchment as his heart raced against his chest. "Fifty gold coins for it? What a bargain!"