Kire was waiting for their return outside of Envy’s chamber. She offered a small smile back to Ysaryn’s uneasy one. “I’ll see you after your preparations,” she said to Ruli, before stepping forward towards the elf, twisting off the silver ring. “Let’s talk somewhere with fresh air, if you don’t mind.” She walked out towards the passage that led out the kitchen, finding a spot close enough that was in the cooler shade. She sat down and leaned against the tree trunk. “Yes. We found them, save for the master who made the dolls. But we found the young man with green eyes. And Itallo, he’s going to marry the woman who stole my face. We don’t know why yet, but it can’t be anything good.”

She paused to let the information sink in for Ysaryn before continuing. “We also found the place they may have taken you. But they’re in the middle of destroying it and moving somewhere else. It seems, too, that they have a half-elf helping them, though Rulitus thinks he isn’t there by choice.” She looked at Ysaryn. “We’re going to hunt down the place where they’re taking the elves and hope Ikegai is there. Rulitus will be using himself as bait, while I keep close watch and track him. For that, we need as much information as we could get. Could you tell me what happened, the day you were taken? When it happened, how, and how you escaped. What else you know about Itallo and the slavers.” Kire looked into her pink eyes. “You asked me if I was here to hunt or to help. In order to hunt, we need you.”