"Reon's fire," Fanilly found herself saying under her breath. If even an illusory construct created by this witch could hurl such deadly magical attacks, there was no way of knowing just how dangerous she was if left to her own devices. If she could cast a spell powerful enough to melt the terrain into glass, then she could certainly do damage to the town if let loose there. They had to get back, if they couldn't find her...! The drider hesitated for a moment. Even if her teacher had torn everything down in an instant, she still wasn't certain about saying anything. At least for a few moments. "... There... there was someone she was waiting for," she said, finally, "The... the old tower near Brennan, um... I... I think humans used it as a watchtower a long time ago?" The watchtower was the last remains of a fort that had been raised hundreds of years ago, by an orc raiding party. It was one of the last casualties of the raids, before they were finally beaten back, their leader slain. It had been used as a watchtower even after most of the fort was destroyed, only relatively recently having been abandoned to the elements due to the recent construction of a new fort. "Are you certain?" Fanilly asked, taking a step towards the Drider, "If so... we can't lose any more time. That's far too close to Brennan!" [@VitaVitaAR][@Raineh Daze][@PKMNB0Y][@TheFake] [hr] Indeed, Mae was still lingering near the fountain, though Rissia was no-where to be seen. The little girl seemed to be fretting, and every once in a while she'd call out for her puppy. Around the tavern, a few people gave the knight calling out the name of a legendary heroine confused looks, but most went about their business. Much of said business included taking wood towards the walls, in order to further build up the town's fortifications in case of another raid by orcs. It was how they had been directed by the soldiers of Brennan and the Iron Rose knights themselves, and as such they were hardly going to ignore such a duty. At first, it looked as if the search was going to prove fruitless... but then... There was a space beneath part of the tavern, a raised deck in the front. Beneath it there was a small space, large enough, perhaps, for small animal to squeeze under. Such as a puppy. If Fleuri took a moment to listen, he would even hear the sound of small yips in response to his calls... [@Crimson Paladin][@Noodles]