Brisa was startled when she realized she didn’t know Ronin’s name any better than he had known theirs. For some reason she had just sort of worked him in among the group as if he belonged. Maybe he did in a way…he was missing someone he obviously cared deeply about as well. If she was a gambler she would bet his “Sir Erikson” met a similar fate as most of those of Twiddledale. She took a moment to point out each of the others before they were once on their way.

Brisa guessed for the others it was a rescue mission…but for herself, and she was guessing for Dakin, this was a vengeance mission. Through whatever means necessary . She didn’t like to admit it but she felt this streak of hatred whenever she thought of Autry. Her feelings on the subject scared her, she didn’t like to think of it much. But when Ronin asked her about what she had found interesting those thoughts came back.

She wanted to hunt the bastards down and turn them into toads then squash them under a giant’s bootheels. She shook her head to clear that thought.

[i]A mage must always have a clear and focused mind[/i]…she could almost hear Autry’s voice repeating the comment over and over. Brisa’s mind was rarely focused; she got that lecture quite regularly.

When they settled into a walking rhythm Brisa spoke again. This time she was happy to have something to distract her from her sore feet. 

“I’m sorry about your teacher too” she said softly.

‘On the map, well I think its written in the same language as the writing over the…in town. I think it has something to do with everything. If I can find another sample of it maybe I can translate it. Dakin doesn’t know where it is…or what it says either but I’m sure its written in the same language.” 

She sighed. 

“It’s gotta have something to do with this whole thing. I just know it.” 

"What do we do now" she said changing the subject. "It's gonna be dark soon. Are we gonna make it tonight?"