[IRP] Witch Hunt

[Empfindsam]

Trich shrugged at Elsinore's refusal of his peace offering, layering the herring out on the bread and taking a large bite. "Well, more for me and Kerion, then!"

At Kerion's question, he hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth to spit out an answer, "Bear in mind that it's only a rumor. That's all I'm running with at this time. But I'll take any lead that offers even the slightest chance at finding Janys."

"I don't necessarily know much about the militia itself; could be Etrurians, could be disenchanted Lycians. From the sounds of it, maybe it's a mix. More than a few refugees got out of Etruria before the invasion, you know, one way or another, though I wouldn't imagine they'd flee into Lycia. My guess is, any Etrurians in the group would be escaped captives, like my wife." Hopefully, anyways...

He grinned at Kerion's last statement. "Not to worry, it was more of a relief finding you two here than a disappointment - I'm not too eager to run into Lycian forces in these mountains, even though they probably wouldn't give me too much trouble, being Lycian myself."

Taking another bite, Trich gazed thoughtfully at the fire for a few moments, enjoying the mesmerizing dancing of the flames. It was certainly a lot more cheery in here than it was out there in the rain. And it wasn't bad to have a little friendly company - or, somewhat friendly, in Elsinore's case. But then, she did have good reason to be a little bitter after what she'd surely been through in these past few days.

"Anyways," he continued, "My hope is to make contact with this Militia, if indeed there even is one here, and - Elimine willing - find out if my wife is with them. But maybe you two might benefit from such a rendezvous as well? What do you say, maybe we should travel together, at least for the time being?"