The roll is snapped up midair, his catching reflexes still up to snuff. And thereafter, Roland looks ready to get going, Tidus eyeing the map but figuring he'll save it for later when he reads the other man's initial movements.

But oh, he's got ideas. Ideas that lead to more company within the inn in an instant, little friends that begin bustling around. Tidus huffs, a humorous sound, wondering if to add any of Gibb's own into the lot. But, they all had different personalities - it might be better they keep the backup around, in case they need it.

"Aye aye," Tidus replies, and he'll follow Roland out the way they came, a day sky above their heads. It's a scenic view, simple, sparse; but what it has plenty of are the rolling hills that gives the area its name of Yelling Heights. Only a few can be spotted however from where they are, the plain they're on rather far stretching itself, a dirt road close and made over time.

Tidus is unfolding the marked map, eyeing it. ... and tilting his head with a squinting, looking back out, trying to bring everything together.

"Alright, sooo... are we going to these names?" There's names on the map, and he's tapping at a few of them. "It looks like...this one path goes really far. Man, I wonder if we have those markers on our SCA maps like last mission?"

Granted, those were Ministry-provided additions. But he feels like he's going to need help making out where he is.