[color=D6CC88][u][b]Galloway[/b][/u]

The child gave a silent sigh of relief when Ethan didn't think to question why she was so sure.  She watched as he listened at the door, but there was no one inside.  The place was rather messy.  Maybe there'd been a fight?  Amuné wouldn't have been surprised; the Dimuran woman seemed like she'd fight if she could.  As Ethan headed for the basement stairs, she gave Wyth a soft command.  "Defend, Wyth."

The moorcat went to join the man, his senses alert.  He smelled blood, and that meant someone or something was hurt.  He didn't want whatever had hurt them to get to his girl, or her friends.  But it was empty, and now the other two joined them downstairs.  Wyth followed the scent of blood, and it seemed the man had the same idea.  But it was just blood.  Whoever had spilled it was gone.  Losing interest, the moorcat returned to his girl.

Amuné's eyes were wide at the sight.  This was the right place, but where was Nymira?  Had the bad men taken her somewhere else?  Could she See if they had?  She darted a glance at her two companions, but Cecil had a better idea.  They could follow a trail if the woman was bleeding, perhaps.  And Ethan seemed to have an idea of which way they'd gone -- it would be funny, considering how he never knew which way to go, but not in these circumstances.  "I think you both have good ideas.  So heading out of town, and seeing if there's a trail.  Come on, there's no time to lose!"  If the people taking Nymira had horses, they'd never catch them once they got on the roads.  She hurried up the stairs and back outside, looking around for any trace of blood that might indicate which way their quarry had gone, sending up a prayer to Saint Edos that Nymira was still alive when they got there.[/color]