Ahlias did indeed have the map. He only remembered after the Monk, Amnile, prodded him for it.
"So I do!", Ahlias blinked and took it out. after examining the parchment for a moment, he allowed his eyes to rise. He was standing outside, looking out over a railing on the ancient Mason's Tower.
"Friends, we must head to Dorasharn Tower, and from there, down, and down...", he grimaced and scnaned the city with his eyes, finally finding the immense Dorasharn tower rising up between two smaller edifaces and partially stricken from view by the clutches of the fog that sometimes gathered among the false peaks of Sharn.
"Quickest way would be to take the big stair down, we've got to go down anyway, or possibly grab an Air Taxi...but I doubt we've got the funds for five people. I could ask anyway."
On that Ahlias sets about signalling for an air taxi.
(If they have a special name, I've forgotten it.)
As soon as he gets ones attention, he reverts his eyes to the map. It's a rather interesting thing, especially for Ahlias whose has a knack for maps.
*Examines Map*