Chihiro giggled cutely when the chief realized she was visiting again. "Oh dear, I'd almost say a mission to help out is far better than a feast. I want your people to be happy, healthy, and prosperous. But, after we take care of this, let us have a good meal for everyone. They will deserve it." She followed him, seeming to know what to do and where to go. It was obvious she was around these people relatively frequently. Anyone who remembered her was probably significantly younger when she last visited. They might be surprised at how little her appearance had changed since then. She was just as, if not more, vigorous than before.

She took a place at the head of the skiff, keeping an eternal watch. Her face settled into an almost unsettling calm as she scrutinized every detail of the terrain. She was keen to find the traces of their foe and end them properly.

Kistal heard the beckons and immediately went to the group. "Kistal, a satyr from Portea and ally of the Red Saints. I have quite a bit of vitriol for Calabris and would gladly help take them down, no payment or reward expected. In fact, in a few days, my barrels of various alcohol will be ready to drink, so instead I offer some treats for any future feasts or gatherings."

Once on the skiff, Kistal sat to one side, similarly keeping watch. His vigil could be unbroken, unlike the others. His ability to see and hear better also made him better suited to sentry work. His keen sense of smell led him to be wary of Chihiro, only slightly. She did not smell like a normal human, so she probably was not. However, she also did not try to hide anything it seemed, so he was content to let her tell them on her own time.