Neverwinter Forest I lost 'im, gov.

While she was disappointed in the results—and a little anxious, as it meant the rapist was still on the loose—Scimitar was indeed right. He had tried; what else could be done? Samuel was the name of the wolf that helped, so if Charon wished to, he could ask Samuel himself. Who did Samuel run with? She tilted her head; if she was going to be the bearer of bad news, she'd give Charon the tools to make good of it. And after a beat, she looked fondly to Goldhawk. Thank you so much, Goldhawk. You've done very well, she hummed happily. An ear-flick acknowledged Scimitar's words initially before she looked to him and nodded. She would have to do that.