[IRP] Witch Hunt

[Empfindsam]

Trich let a smile play at the corner of his lips as the tension dissipated from the room. "Apologies accepted, offenses already forgotten. And again, thank you for sharing this charming little nook with me. My pleasure, to be sure." He scooted a little closer to the fire and began warming his hands by its ember glow, letting his eyes wander around the room. So the girl is a mage indeed, he mused, his gaze landing upon the tome she had been hiding under her cloak. Seems my guess was right. I'd recognize a fire tome anywhere. Just like the one Janys used to use...

No, it wouldn't do to reminisce. He shook his head and blinked rapidly, snapped back into the moment by Kerion's question. "In Thria? Janys? No, I don't think so. The clue, you ask? Well, it's a bit of a long shot. But then, that's about all I have to go on at the moment. You might actually find this interesting, now that I think about it. Word in the surrounding villages is that there is something of a rebel militia making camp in these mountains. And from the information I've managed to gather, someone matching Janys' description might be among their ranks. I don't know how in heaven she would have escaped her captors, but to think that somehow maybe she did, and now she's here in these mountains, fighting alongside a resistance movement? Well, that's certainly something that interests me, however slim the chances."

He stopped there to rummage in his pack, looking for something. Aha! Here it is! Nothing like a nice loaf of bread and a tin of herring! Pulling them from his bag, he held them out before his companions. "A little gift from the sea, anyone?"