"That's very good thinking, Lenore. What would I do without you?" He offers a smile, tries to say it lightly, but there's that ever-present tension now in every movement, hidden beneath every flat attempt at laughter. Rhy squeezes her arm in return, keeping her close, and they quickly exit the more secluded areas. After that, he tries to keep them on populated streets, preferably under the glow of lamplight, until they get to the docks.

They spend some time asking the locals, starting with the taverns that serve the dockworkers and fishermen nearby, and then a few others through the night. Most of it is information that's not particularly new, but they have precious few leads already.

Eventually, it becomes clear that if they want to follow up on what's been said, they'll have to actually venture out of the town proper, and closer to the woods.