Witch's Marsh well i didn’t tell anyone, but a bird flew by

Kendrick Déorwine. Nope hasn’t seen or heard of him. It’s a shame really. Seeing no point in lying about it, he shrugs with a shake of his head. “Haven’t seen him.” Is the only info he can give the other. “A forest fire then? Which direction do you come from? Where do you think he could’ve fled?” Then he even dares to give the other another possibility he’s not sure the male has considered. “You think he made it out alive?” He asks ominously. Though it’s not to bother or grate on his nerves, it’s a serious question. “If you think he did, then perhaps I could keep an eye out for you.” He offers casually. 

“Let’s day I do find him.” He hums, a curious tone to his voice. “Where do I send him?”