"What do you mean 'lost sight of'?" almost shouted Aleks.
Seisyll was approaching, he had heard Beli explain part of the situation. Every step closer stressed the beastfolk.
"Who's it about?"
Melite lowered his head to answer. "Fed."
It was the third worst answer imaginable, the first being Arthur, the second Emmett.
"No way, we can't lose a human being on such a small island. I could reach the other end by stretching out my arms!"
Seisyll gestured, looking to either side to make sure it was the truth.
The two soldiers cleared their heads. Fedlimid had claimed an urgent need, but he hadn't been back for well over an hour. They had scoured the small market for him but to no avail.
The sooner they found him, the shorter the distance.
Seisyll asked their guide if the locals had any fear of mages.
Negative.
