You approach Qui and the girl as Lang gets dressed and ready to move out. The remaining mercenaries are keeping a close eye on him, and with Qui just itching for an excuse to stake him, you doubt the Warlock will try anything stupid.
"This is a private conversation, Agad the Imperishable," Qui says. "A small consideration?"
"Sorry," you say. "This will just take a moment." You hand the photograph to the girl. She takes it from you curiously, only to stare at it wide-eyed.
"Where did you get this?"
"I spoke to your father earlier," you say. "He was thinking about you before the fighting started."
"Before the—" she stammers. "He's here? With us?"
"Agad the Imperishable…" Qui says. "Leave this alone."
The girl stares at the Sheriff. "I deserve to know."
Qui throws his arms up in the air. "Fine." He whirls and returns to the other side of the room to prod Lang into movement.
You clear your throat. "He was with the mercenaries; we talked before the battle. I found your picture on him."
"He's dead isn't he?" It looks like she's trying to cry, but her undead body doesn't know how.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't sure if I should tell you, but it seemed like the right thing to do."
"Thank you," she says quietly. "Qui would have kept it from me. He's very protective of me. He says he was abandoned by his sire and mentor not long after the Embrace; he wanted to do better with me. I'll tell him not to be mad at you, okay?"
You nod and give the girl some space to mourn. Qui gives her a quick, concerned look, but otherwise he doesn't say a word.
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