"Right," Janius said slowly. He hardly imagined that Runt would have any connections this far out. He didn't know that she had any connections at all outside of the pack. Judging by Runt's retreat from them all, there didn't seem to be anything else to do about it.

Janius returned to finish his own activities and the last of the sun disappeared for the day. When the time came to eat, Sabine did not join the rest of the pack until she was effectively ordered to. Even then she somehow seemed more withdrawn than ever. As they were all tired from travel it wasn't a late night for any of them. Everyone was in their bedrolls straight after dinner, save for Janius, who opted to take the first watch. Staying close for virtually the rest of the evening up until then, Fendros mustered the courage to give Ahnasha a goodnight kiss on the cheek before they parted for their own bedrolls. He fell asleep with his thoughts dominated by her.

In the morning, they all dressed up in their civil clothes again in preparation for venturing into Vos. Fendros felt in his element after breakfast, as he formulated a rough idea of where he might start. The obvious choice would be the tavern, custom there would probably be light in the mornings, giving a little space with the barkeep to answer some questions. If there were any beggars in town, he might have some luck giving them some coins in case they had spotted any orc hunters passing through. He would just have to keep an eye out for that apothecary that Runt described. He didn't quite know what to make of it, but he trusted Runt in it being bad news.