Neverwinter Forest A Short Rest

like who, mal asks, and okeanos thinks briefly of who he's run into, the dark girl at the springs with the spotty throat, saarthal... saarthal would be. well, but he wouldn't know how to find her, or anyone he's met, really. "good point," he mutters instead. he doesn't know how elysium had gone about it either -- seems like folks just showed up every so often. phenomenally unhelpful, come to think of it. 

"well," okeanos starts, putting on a more hopeful voice than he feels, "we just need to go out and-- find them, then. be, ah, proactive about it." he tries to imagine mal actively seeking out new company and fails, amending "or, i can do that, at least.". he likes meeting new wolves -- it's just a matter of adding a by the way, come and stay with us, right? it can't be that hard. in any case, he isn't ready to give up on mal's dream, not just yet.