She chuckled nervously, taking in a deep breath. She took off her hat and smoothed out her hair.
Yeah, I'm fine. Just spent most of the night reading this after I remembered I had it. She pulled an old book out from under her arm and handed it to him.
I found it in an old mansion after that little debacle with the psycho elf b*tch queen. She sighed, rubbing her eyes.
That I now realize I completely failed to tell you about.
She shook her head and opened the book back up, pointing at a page.
Look at this. Look at where these are from. Williamsburg. She looked back up at him seriously.
These are slaves from Willaimsburg. I thought all of them had gone free after I left, but it looks like some of them got recaptured and put on a slave ship. Looks here. She pointed to another page.
The ship ran aground off the coast of Mergoul, a few days from here. She paused, taking the book back.
Those are my people. I have to see what happened to them.
Grayell drummed his fingers on the desk for a moment, having looked at the page and then back at her. He studied her a moment, his expression quite serious.
He then pushed back his chair and grabbed his cloak. He slipped his sword from it's sheath a few inches, inspecting it quickly and then slapped it back in.
Grayell thinks for a moment and keeps pace with her.
Well, we can have someone take us across the lake, one of the fisherman are to be willing. Once across, we can cross the foothills there and then should reach the greater rivers that lead onto the inland sea. There's small hamlets that live off the lake all over, we should be able to secure a boat quite easily. That would be the most direct route at any rate....
He was thinking, thumb and fingers rubbing his jaw.
