Moonspear we all have a hunger

Arcturus was soon with him—the words had no more left his mouth before he realized that he was there. It mattered little to Dirge who else would arrive, so long as they came from the right side, and his eyes scanned through that vague horizon briefly until the pair began to speak.

Gently, he brought his gaze to her firmly as she recanted her tale to them. It was comforting to know that she had not been taken by that infamous Blackhead, but also worrisome in the sense that she and her cohorts may have lurked out there. It was particularly one thing to be blessed with good fortune, but even Dirge knew it did not last forever. There had been no word for a while of the murderous trio, but he was not yet ready to drop his guard even with Isilmë with them again.

He looked to Arcturus then; he saw no reason not to believe the story told.

"Let's get away from the borders and find something to eat," he decided, gaze finding the pair again. "Food and rest will help, especially if you were sick for a spell." The rest they could deal with later.