"Janius, stop." Meesei echoed in a firm voice, moving herself just behind Fendros and into his path. "In Black Marsh, it is commonly accepted that the longest time, in good conditions, that a trail, either of scent or tracks, is a day. In the rain, it is erased almost immediately. It has been four days and has rained twice. The best hunters could not track Kaleeth now. The only way to search for her would be to randomly wander the marsh, and the hunters have already been doing that. They have covered more ground in the past few days on their hunts than you could ever hope to alone, and they have still found nothing. Black Marsh is a dangerous place; I know that better than anyone. I cannot have you going off into the marsh in your current state, not when there is no possible way for you to track her. More than likely, you would end up lost, just as she might be. I know it is frustrating, but all we can do now is wait and hope that the Hist guides her home."

As Meesei was speaking, another individual approached slowly, with a mix of anger, fear, and desperation in his eyes. Zharanthixil stood nearby unarmed, but fully armored in his wamasu-scale light armor. If Janius was disturbed by Kaleeth's absence, then Zharanthixil had been shaken to the very core of his being. If it was not enough that he had lost his son in recent memory, now his daughter was missing and growing more likely to be dead by the hour. His hunters had covered a wide area, but had found nothing. He was well aware that going into the marsh was Kaleeth's own choice, but with all of the stress he had been under, logic was taking a backseat to emotion in his mind. He needed something to blame, and naturally, Janius was at the forefront of his mind. "You. This is your fault." He growled, clenching his hands into a fist as he stared down Janius from a distance.