Moonspear No need to ask

She’s two months, stuck with him; young, so young. Not quite old enough to be venturing out on her own without some sort of supervision… but then again he’d have been a fool to know that there weren’t some exceptions. There had been the boy wandering in the woods from Neverwinter, after all. Whether it was negligence or simply something far more sinister at work was not his place to judge, but it was difficult not to wonder.

“Your friend there probably remembers him,” he said, eyes once again going to @Serem curiously. Would she? He thought so—no, believed so. He continued to her: “You’ve been there for a quite a while, if I remember right.” But the topic changed just as swiftly thereafter and his attention went back to the boy.

“Hydra’s fine as fine could be,” he offered, intentionally vague. “Though I know this news will trouble her as it has myself.” He couldn’t have been too certain what she had shared with their friends—Hydra was Hydra and prone to doing as she pleased much like he—and he didn’t feel it necessary to air their dirty laundry.