On a brown mare, Squire Jacynth has recovered from his wounds well enough, the divine nature of his knight's healing touch eliminating his wounds completely when they began the pursuit. Though eager for revenge, the young man remains quiet and road-weary. His trust in Sir Kedric being very high, he doesn't grumble or complain with their lack of progress.
"Lad, those two must have come this way. It is the only possibility for them to continue west through the mountains. It is likely they joined a caravan to Korvosa."
"Sir Kedric, do you think we shall find them there? It is a large city."
"True, it is. Narissa is excellent at blending in and making friends if she wants. The conniving bitch! Iomedae forgive my anger. She could very well have bypassed the city or moved on immediately. However, to be sure, we will have to look regardless. If nothing else, we must eliminate it as a possibility."
"Yes, sir. I understand. Perhaps we shall find clues among the regular caravans traveling the route."
"May Iomedae provide. I have no doubt that the blood-thirsty bitch in her company will leave us clues. Unfortunately that will mean loss of potentially innocent lives, but still..."
The paladin and his squire intend to head straight for the caravan guild to begin making inquiries and circulating Narissa and Visara's descriptions.
