After a while, Sabine had spent enough time on Aneitta's hand that the only evidence of her trauma was a prominent scar and the fear that still laced her expression. Without anything else to do, Sabine stayed in the room with her hands clasped together. She was still shaken by what she saw, but did not so much as look at Ahnasha about it.

Fendros unconsciously glanced at the door when Jespric mentioned the letter. He paused for a moment before speaking -- first to Sabine. "Sabine, go with a couple of Malithus' packmates to try and find that paper."

Sabine quickly nodded and slinked out of the room at speed.

"Jespric," Fendros turned his head back to him. "If we just let you go, they will find you and there would have been no point in sparing your life. Worse for us, they might interrogate you about us before they kill you all. You're going to have to find another place to live. We can escort you without being tracked for a distance, but we have to keep fighting Vile's men in this region. We can only take you so far."

Gone was Fendros' ominous detachment from Jespric's pain. He spoke as someone familiar and trying to help. "Do you have any idea which direction you would prefer to go? Do you know how far you want to go?"