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Milliways may have to get used to having a small portion of the tables colonized by Alera for a little while.

Almost literally, in a way: Tavi has pulled together about four tables, among them his favorite with a clear view of the door, so he can have a large sandbox with colored sand on it. Not only does he have a sandbox, he has little tokens and some are even tiny figurines. But one of those colors of sand is a fairly sickly green--and anyone who bothers to peer at his box can see that it is very clearly a map. Most of it is covered in that nauseating color, too.

Not for long, if Tavi's got anything to say about it--and these days? Does he ever.

Yes, there is a six-and-a-half-foot guy in Roman armor poking around a box of brightly colored sand with little toy people. Looks like fun to play with, right?

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Tegid had been going about his own business and didn't have his staff, harp, or cloak with him today. He had been working on a project and those things tended to get in the way. That being said, he is wearing a pair of striped trousers, a blue linen tunic belted at the waist with a leather belt, and a pair of soft shoes.

The sand box did get his attention, though.

"What is this," asked the Bard as he came up to the tables.

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Tavi looks up. Colorful today, aren't we? "Oh, just getting some work done while I have extra time," he shrugs.

At the moment, most of the visible map qualities of the sandbox have to do with the topography, which clearly show some mountains, an isthmus, and the blue of what must be waters on either side of it, and the land as it pulls away from that small break.

But despite the obnoxious green, it's quite clearly a map.

Of course he is colorful, he can't help it.

"What is it?" asked Tegid.

"A map."

Tavi likes stating the obvious. As it is, he looks back down at the map and prods thoughtfully at some of the counters on it, tilting his head to see if he likes the new arrangement better.

Tegid looked at it, he had seen a few maps around the Bar.

"I see," he said, "I have never seen one made this way."

With a rolling shrug, Tavi just smiles faintly. Truth be told, he likes his paper maps quite a lot. There's something fundamentally satisfying about the feel of a pen scratching over paper--and, of course, ink makes a powerful weapon.

"Well, I could have asked for paper copies," Tavi admits, "but I'm working out some ideas. I'd rather not have to be writing over old ones, or trying to remove the old traces. Might as well work in something malleable."

Plus furycrafting is still a shiny new toy for him.

Tegid nodded.

"We don't use them as such, in my world," he said. Few maps exist except those made in stone or metal.

"What is this detail?" asked Tegid pointing at a point on the map.

Tavi glances to where Tegid is pointing and smiles faintly. It is not a terribly humor-filled smile.

"A mountain. We call him Garados." Him, not it--and it's said totally absently, as if there's nothing odd about a geographical feature having a gender, or even as if it's only to be expected.

Tegid tilted his head and a faint smile flitted across his face.

"Is it a sacred mountain?"

Athelstan peers at it.

"Making plans?"

It looks fascinating. The sandbox and the figures, of course--but also the man in Roman armor.

Feuilly has already talked to a Norse god(?) without ill effect, so he's going to approach the scene without too much trepidation. He watches for a bit, arms crossed, trying to recognize the map without success.

Enzo knows what that is! More or less.

"Dude. It's like a planning hologram, but... sand."

Tavi looks up. He may not have experience with holograms, but apparently some things are universal.

So he just smiles a little. "Yes. You have something similar, I take it?"

"Yeah. Like a 3-D image, not solid."

"That sort of thing always looks very interesting," Tavi admits. For a moment he looks faintly wistful. He likes interesting technology. "But I rather doubt Alera will come anywhere near that level of technology... crows." He smiles wryly.

He doesn't even dare hazard a guess about something like that.

After a moment of frowning at the map thoughtfully, he waves a hand and the map smooths out to nothing again. His casual use of furycrafting--and so visibly--in Milliways is still new even to him.

"Nice reset. So who're the different pieces?"

"The pieces are mostly for Legion forces and our allies." He's working with only the quickest information he has at the moment; he'll worry about more in-depth analysis when he has a moment to sit down at home and actually pore over reports.

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Nod. "Where are you?"

After eying Enzo thoughtfully for a moment, Tavi pulls the sandbox a little closer again. After a moment's concentration, the sand ripples and re-forms into the image from before--and then it shifts. It is, in fact, a closer look at a very small portion of the map: Calderon Valley.

He points at the western end. "My own Legion is here. The primary command is over here," and he points to the visible fortress in the north-east of the Valley.

He hasn't actually re-set all the figurines in their places, though. The actual military assets would take a while (and also he's a spy, he doesn't discuss some things).

Yeah, it doesn't tell Enzo all that much, but it's still interesting.

"That really is a neat trick. I thought you couldn't do that stuff when you were younger?"

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