Big Salmon Lake the queens justice

To the lake he went, albeit reluctantly. On careful paws, Dacio maintained a swift pace with ears and eyes alert for any sign of the fallen Vercingetorix. While he had not initially cared for the fate of a Natrona, a quiet discomfort settled in the pit of his belly as his gaze found the suspected body of water where his corpse allegedly was left.

His one purpose there was not of benefit to himself, for he was driven purely by a need to confirm or debunk the sea witch's claim. @Praimfaya thought her a liar; Dacio did not. Considering her fondness for Drageda's former Cheka, she deserved to know the truth. Regardless of his mistrust for Blackhead, it was his duty to do his best for Wanheda. He would always put himself in harm's way if it meant she didn't have to.

He lingered at the lake's edge, nostrils flared as he tested the air for the metallic tang of blood. It was difficult to see anything through the mist that hung around him, meaning that Dacio remained alert for any sign of what he suspected Blackhead might've lured him here for. An ambush was what he anticipated though, entirely alone, knew his only chance to escape such would be to flee.

On finding no immediate suggestion of Vercingetorix' grim end, Dacio carried on further along the bank - entirely unaware of those who'd come to the lake with very different intentions.