[ This is something normally Bees do. To make maps, to find new routes, to discover the shape of Amberground that the poor and the privileged did not know. Thunderland shakes his head. ] No, maps in my world have already been mostly created by those before me... this is something that I've acquired here. Though, I suppose I may have been able to do it before. [ An odd statement, he realizes but-- ]

Doctor Thunderland Junior. [ He repeats before drawing close to look at the young man's face. ] Are you all right? [ Says the person who looks feverish and weak. But he's already attempting to take the young man's arm to check his blood pressure. ] Be silent for a minute.