"You look good, Marita!" Flora congratulated, donning her new jogging outfit.
Sharal'tar clicked her tongue, glancing cringingly at the yellow and white aesthetic of Flora's polyester. "Not to be rude, Flora, but your fur clashes brilliantly with that color scheme."
"Perhaps, but I swear you're all delusional if you think you're hiking through this heat wearing those suits and dresses." Flora adjusted her waist strap. "You all look like you stepped out of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure."
"I didn't know Presley August survived until the tontine box reactivated his signal," Kojurro apologized to Marita, flipping the device upside down and reactivating the map. "The cryonics facility he works for is in Montreal, so he's on the other side of the planet. He's probably recovering from his artificial slumber as we speak."
"OK, so how soon until you think he flies here to Sudan?" Flora asked. "Also, is he just gonna fly directly to the treasure?"
"Can't, it's more complicated than that," Kojurro explained. The map generated itself into a hologram, and he moved his finger to trace the route. "You can't just hike directly to the treasure because it's underground. First we need to cross the Sahara Desert until we reach the tiny city Thumarsus. We'll need to collect additional supplies from there, then hike through the blastlands until we reach the ancient ruins of Prusea. From there, we'll need to enter the ruins."
Sharal'tar manipulated the map herself. "It doesn't seem to 'zoom in' to show the ruins as more than an X. How do we use this map once we're inside?" she asked.
"We can't," Kojurro admitted. "Whoever made the map either knew the route from memory or had a separate one for the interior of the ruins. And my squad never found it if there was one. You're going to have to trust my navigational skills and Kora's knowledge of Prusean architecture once we go inside."
"Well, that's just great..." Sharal'tar sighed.
"You're welcome to drop out if you don't want to go anymore," Flora reminded, sliding over the store counter and trying to force the cash register open.