"I do, actually," Kire said, pulling out a pin. It had a Wyvern encircling a helmet in profile. "He would wear this on special occasions. He used to be Captain of the Guard and this was his insignia."
Gavin looked to Ruli then. Scrying took concentration, and he hadn't yet perfected it. And to try it on something that came from another world is another matter entirely. 
Narda didn't say anything. She would usualy be suspicious of sorcery, though she admitted they could be useful and deadly, depending on the occasion. 

"Envy hasn't offered yet, though we did get distracted earlier, right Nard?"
"Mm. Gavin survived, did he not?"
"I'm right here, you two," Gavin, exasperated. 
"How long would it usually take, and how accurate would it be to scry?" Kire asked.