"Certainly, certainly! I could throw in - two crowns for taking this on top of the letter packet, to the same place? That's assuming it's not too much more of an inconvenience?"

"That'll be more than enough as long as I have clear delivery instructions! 'Siroc' isn't specific enough! I don't suppose you do bills of lading or shipment receipts here? I dunno how much paperwork you want to throw at this."

"Oh, you'll take the whole thing to the Ezmara enclave, I'll - hmm, it's going to be inefficient for you to pay for directions, isn't it? If we copied the coastline of the harbour map off a sea chart, you could use a position on that, as you don't care where the streets are?"

"I can get to Siroc from here once I get high up enough, I saw the big map earlier. Just need to know where in Siroc the enclave is. I can ask people if I can't find it." She shrugs.

"Marilla, you can copy maps tolerably, yes?"

With some additional faff, Lenora is eventually issued with a bundle of papers wrapped in a sturdy waxed cloth, a letter of introduction also setting out what she is to be paid on arrival which is signed by the Dhomiro in some unsettling ruddy brown ink from a small vial which does in fact contain blood, a quickly sketched coast / harbour map with a red dot at the delivery point, and the desalinator back.