The Sentinels In this burning house

my bad for holding this up!

"Several days ago, at the Keep," he said when prompted. But the reasons why he found himself reluctant to give, at least to someone that was still relatively a stranger to him. A helpful one nonetheless, a steadfast friend to his daughter, but still a stranger. The reasons why Pippin had gone missing had seemed not to apply and at that point, Mordecai was beginning to care less and less about them. He simply wanted him home—everything else could be dealt with later.

"We've all been looking for days and have found nothing. The rains have washed out his scent and some of the trails I think he may have taken." And from there, wherever Pippin had gone was anyone's guess. Mordecai had his theories of course, but so far none of them had panned out entirely. He also wasn't about to leave a stone unturned looking for him either; playing on those whims were just as likely to cost him his son than not playing them at all.