"The bloody blazes you mean someone of the crew aided the slaves?" The Dukw's mustache twithced with barely contained rage before he managed to again gather his composure. This area was completely foreign to him, but Alexander was if nothing else a smart man. "The slaves might try to make their way to a waterway... Damnable..." The tall nobleman adjusted his coat slightly. "Well, we best be on our way then. Now, are you certain you do not have a clue where the slaves headed?" The aging gentleman sounded sincerely hopeful that the village elder had just forgotten some minor tidbit of information.