Ruli audibly exhaled. "Fuck." He swore. "I didn't think of that. That they'd move." What were the chances of them hunting them down, were that the case? "We'll need to press her for more details." He said firmly, knowing full well that conversation would not go smoothly. "What she remembered, how far, if Bolym could give us any further details. I think if she ordered it, he'd tell us." The man seemed to obey every order the elf spoke in his direction, even if he hated it. Even if he felt the need to argue about it, first. 

He glanced her way again as she spoke about the temptations of power and the problems sitting on a throne carried. It sounded very much like first hand experience. She was a chieftess, so suppose she would have some experience. 

And then she asked about Zeke and his enchantment, and he let out a huff of laughter, though no smile accompanied it. "You wanted to look like a local. Zeke is as close as you can get." He pointed out. "Giving you an identity that ties you to someone else isn't a bad idea. Having the ability to claim kinship can always be helpful. That, and he's human."
Ruli glanced her way as the buildings grew less and less maintained, less extravagant, less tall. The smell in the air changed, too, the reek of rot and mud clogging his nostrils. "Zeke was only pissed because he doesn't like you. If I had made you look like me, he'd have been just as pissed." Or more so, potentially. It hardly seemed like the man was fond of anyone, at the moment. 

They stepped into what was undoubtedly the beginning of the slums. Paths cut through short, lopsided homes that could have been habitable, were it not for the rot creeping up the wood, introduced by the pools of water that had begun devouring the base of the walls. The roof and frame tilted and dipped threateningly on most of them. Following the 'road' that wound through the shacks, between the reeds and bushes, leaping over the small pools and swerving around the larger ones, they made slow progress. Ruli kept his head up, his arms tucked close. It was somehow colder here than in the city, the pools likely contributing to the lack of warmth. 

"I see a lot of tracks in the dirt. So I would like to say we're in the right direction." Ruli shivered, gesturing with his elbow the boot prints in the ground, left while the earth was soft and wet, now hardened and imprisoned.