Without fanfare, the six of you are directed by one of the loitering thugs to the back corridor, and down the stairs to the quartermaster's secret lair. There, on the long table, are laid out the items you requested: potions, scrolls, weapons, armor, and most importantly the maps, copied onto fresh parchment and rolled in protective cases for the journey. The horses are saddled, with the heavier equipment already packed and ready to go. "Best I could do on short notice, but the hood seems to want you to be there and back already. Your animals will be fresh enough, so you should be able to make good time."