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Again, Njord had little knowledge of the going-ons between the Redhawks. But some of the names Erzulie mentioned managed to worm their way up from his memory from their last encounter with the envoy. Niamh…. one of Meerkat’s mothers and Phox, her dad. He had heard through the grapevine that Phox had passed through Sapphique, but he had failed meet the man in the flesh.

His gaze turned to Meerkat as she explained herself. Last time, she had been chasing one father, Kaertok, just after his death, and now she was chasing others. A small frown pulled his mouth corners down. It was clear the young woman was weary from traveling, worrying, and chasing down her family.

Erzulie delivered the news that Haunt had moved on, followed by an invitation to rest at Dragoncrest. “Aye, lass,” Njord followed up with earnest concern on his face. “Yer not fit ta travel. Stay a’while an’ rest.”