It was a good thing that Tyaethe was armoured so heavily, the expression on her face was distinctly murderous. It wasn't [i]really[/i] Tiral's fault he couldn't get a lock on her--he was a knight and she was [i]only[/i] a magic user--but it was distinctly... annoying. They needed to get some sort of primary magician again--before there had been the necromancer in the crypt, now this witch... when there was a threat that could be more adequately dealt with by something more complex than sword-swinging, they just weren't well-placed to deal with it. As galling as that is.

"Do [i]you[/i] know where she might have headed?" the knight asked, imposingly standing before the drider, hesitating to follow after the others right this second.