Hoshor Plains Queer Lodgings

Since her brother hadn't kept tabs on Cam, Ibis felt like it was her responsibility. She had agreed that the boy likely knew how to handle himself (he'd made it all the way to Neverwinter alone, after all) but there was a nagging feeling in the back of Ibis' mind telling her she should do right by him. She hadn't been present when Elysium underwent its terrible losses, and the weight of that knowledge gave her some sense of responsibility now. Lily had been a dear friend - a third mother, she could argue - and she wouldn't let any harm come to Cam if she could help it.

The paths in the forest were easy to navigate, and the scent of the boy drifted - thinned - until Ibis was left to wonder where he had gone. It felt like she was going to fail in this too, and that hurt to think about, so she mentally walled off her doubts and continued. The girl trailed after Cam's meek scent until it mixed with another familiar one: the strong musk of Mal, which surprised her but also gave her some hope. At least someone was trying to help the boy.

She was mostly out of breath as she came upon Mal, and chuffed to him as she approached. Any luck?