Big Salmon Lake the queens justice

So, the pale furred fellow had come to find Vercingtorix's body then. It was an interesting turn to their tale, though admittedly Dirge did not know what to make of the conversation that unfolded thereafter. One thing was decidedly clear—vengeance was to be had. While he doubted that Easthollow had anything to do with it, it was taken into consideration all the same.

His gaze lingered on a distance point beyond them, but the mists offered nothing more.

When the topic of children was broached, Dirge's tongue did not remain still.

"They're somewhere safe," was his answer, his gaze coming round to Dacio briefly. "But the blackheaded witch would be right in saying that their father's body is here. His children found it." Where exactly it was, Dirge hadn't fully located... nor did he want to now. The weather hadn't been exactly fair and well, there was no telling what had become of it if the lake hadn't swollen and swallowed it whole by then.