Mapping the Unknown Expanse

The amber light of the artificial beacon revealed an unmapped scroll pinned flat against the shelf wall: an unfolded tourist street map, left creased and unruly. A supreme commander requires complete terrain intelligence before launching any forward advance. I planted my greaves against the mahogany plank, pressed the flat haft of my trident across the paper's jagged folds, and smoothed out the grid of outer city avenues. Every boulevard and bridge now lies exposed to my analysis. Our campaign shall soon breach the outer gates.