-----Whisper shook his head, and sighed. "They are... their own... responsibility."
-----The Wood Elf looked around. Time. What were days compared to the years he had already been hunting. "The..." Whisper halted, wheezing a little. "The only... way... I go... from here... is South." He dragged out his herbal mixture, and took a swallow.
-----Sol shrugged, gesturing with a flick of his hand, "If they died within th' week because we left them here, because we had freed them an' left them t'fend fer themselves, then I'd feel like I was little better than th' ones that held them captive. Tell ye what, if ye tell us what ye know o' th' warband, an' where ye heard they were last, then perhaps we can catch up wi' ye. Other than that, at th' least I'm glad fer th' help ye've offered us so far."
-----Whisper smiled enigmatically at Sol Herron's first words, and then shrugged again.
-----He pointed south. "They left... here last night."
-----"Here. Describe them. Details, man." Sol prompted as his gaze narrowed with attention.
-----Whisper's jaw clenched and unclenched. He shifted slightly, and crossed his arms.
-----"Warband. Score. Humans. Orcs. Half-orcs."
-----"Right, and what exactly distinguishes them from th' other bands that seem t'have made their home in Ravenhold, t'scavenge off th' building conflict?" Sol raises an eyebrow at the elf's stance, "If we're t'help ye must be able t'do better than that. Their leader? Name o' th' band? Any banners o' note?"
-----Whisper gave a twitch of his shoulders.
-----"I will... know them."
-----"Yer missing my point. If ye leave fer th' south now, an' we have t'catch up, it'd help if we knew what t'look fer. If ye have nothing further in th' way o' a useful description, just say so."
-----Whisper shrugged again, and remained silent. Then he let his hands drop, and relaxed his stance somewhat.
-----Trying not to let his frustration show, Sol flicks his hands once, and then continues his mingling amongst Ku's people.
-----Four men wearing the rags of their imprisonment are seen dragging the remnants of two of the hobgoblin tents toward the smoldering remains of a bonfire in the village square. Disdainful expressions hold their faces as they throw the tent material onto the wood there. The men curse and are angry, but their surly attitudes are directed toward the humanoids who held sway over there only hours before.
-----Suddenly ten more of the former male prisoners are there standing beside Sol. “Sir,” one says addressing the young warrior in a strong but humble voice, “you are one who freed us. What can we do to help?”
-----“For now,” a strong familiar feminine voice interjects, “find a place to seek your own rest. By this afternoon, those who are on watch may need you to take their post.”
-----The men turn and look at Rinda as the Huntress gives them a stern but compassionate look. Raven stands just behind her and the men nod and move off toward the inn.
-----Rinda then grabs Sol’s arm and motions to Whisper. “My friends,” she says to them, “there is much that we have done this night. The Hunt has favored us. It is time for us to seek our own rest. Garrison and our three warrior friends have their guards posted for now.”
-----“We are all here together as the pack that has hunted,” she continues looking at Sol. “None need to feel as the lone wolf. Weariness is taking its hold.” She then points toward the barn the children were kept in. “In the top of the barn is enough hay for many to rest on.”
-----With her hand still on Sol’s arm and her other hand in Raven’s, she says gently to the Gorian, “My brother, go seek your rest for now. Even the stormy sky finds calm before it rages again.”
-----To Whisper, she says, “Before the sun rose, I heard your song. I guess you have found . . . something. But there is still a haunted look in your eyes. Your hunt . . . is not over yet. But rest for now. I think the trail will not go cold so quickly.”
-----The Huntress then looks around to see where Jeilin is.
-----Sol’s smile to Rinda is full of warmth as he nods his acquiescence. "It'll be nice t'get out of this armour, if only fer a while. Ah Rinda, what would we do without ye?" Without further comment, the Gorian starts making his way to the barn, already taking the opportunity to begin divesting himself of his gauntlets.
-----Whisper watched Sol Herron walk away, face impassive. With a faint grimace he turned to regard Rinda and Raven. He spoke a few words in Elven, and then shook his head, almost wonderingly.
-----When he resumed talking, it was in Common. "Rest... unnecessary." He shrugged. 'But I will... abide a... small while."
-----With that, Whisper smoothly strode away towards the part of town where he had found the Black Riders.
-----Raven frowns at Whisper’s words and starts to say something as the Wood Elf moves on. Rinda reaches out and stops the Hunter, gently patting him on the chest.
-----She then leads Raven toward the inn, calling out for Jeilin as she looks for the Star Priestess.