The young prince examined the old map like a bloodhound on the trail of a fox, his nose sniffed the surface, his eyes examined every blemish, his mind focused upon all of the available information. Metchlock grinned at the boy's intensity.
"And what," Metchlock asked, approaching his student's desk, "does my Lord find so
Prince Leartes frowned as he put the map down. "It's lack of details," he grumbled.
Leartes tapped the map. "It shows the lands to our West, South, and East, but has nothing of the seas to our North. Look, except for some faint words scratched into the paper, it's blank. Can you read that?" He held the map up for Metchlock to see.
Metchlock smiled. "No need. It's a standard warning placed upon unexplored regions:
Here, There Be Dragons."