Haunted Wood pack your things up, honey

It was interesting, his response. His smile gave her the willies, but she lingered even still, made curious by his continued words. Not anyone's... So, she mistook him for marking, and he was simply relieving his bladder. Gosh, her mind was out of sorts, and so too was she. She typically was on top of this! How could she be any sort of outrider if her mind wandered so...? And wander it did. Eshe could not help but wonder at Bhreac, and think that she ought to get back to her hunt for her.

The suggestion was nearly missed. Could she lead...? Mm. Maybe one day. "I'm loyal to Mordecai and Harlyn," she decided instead, "I am just looking for my sister. Bhreac. Heard of her?"