"Where's Gerald?" Lydia asked again, this time turning her wrath on the Innkeeper.
"I swear, my lady I don't know-"
"DON'T FEED ME THAT GARBAGE!" She roared, her eyes focused and both the Witch and Gin took a step back. It caused Lydia to take a step back and breathe. "Sorry… sorry…" She took a few circular breaths while the other two people just looked at each other. "Now… where in the gods blessed world is that scruffy looking bastard?"
"He's not a-"
"SH." Lydia interrupted the Witch.
"We… we don't know. We know that we had to get separated and we barely managed to escape with our lives." Lime finally responded. "That's really all we know." He said, holding his hands in front of him as the Druidess looked like she was about to raise her voice at him again. "Honestly, lady Lydia. That's all we know."
She breathed again. "Then… get in contact with him." She ordered.
