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The Cartographer's Guild of Antronec would hire small bands of adventurers to test their mettle on new and exciting expeditions provided they wear a single band of the found and lost. "To make sure you're alright!" they would say, with a smile. They always had the best smiles. Besides, the gold was always worth the request.

In an enclosed room, well-guarded and hidden in the basement of the guild, the Cartographers would watch in earnest as these beetles would scurry across sheets of labeled parchment as bands of expendable mercenaries would plot the best—and worst—routes through the most dangerous places in the realm. Some maps were sold to the highest bidder. Others were used by Cartographers themselves to ransack the remains of their fallen hires and finish the job themselves.

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