Silver, ignoring the mug and the waiter, dropped aforementioned scroll unceremoniously onto the table in front of North Arrow as an answer.
He then lifted all of the items out of his bag, some quite perplexing in nature (such as several books and other things that were not really recognizable, or seemed rather useless, like a container labeled 'salt'), shook them out, and dumped a bunch of sand out of the saddlebag, with a facial expression that gave away little beyond the fact that he was not particularly happy. Then again, he was rarely happy enough for it to show, anyways.
Finally, after shaking much more sand out of his mane than should have been possible, he spoke, his tone dry. "Yes. The beginning. Of course."