Vica was waiting by the door when she heard the singular knock. "I would have gone to you but I didn't know where you were," she said. "I didn't think to ask last night."
"I said I'd come," Oren said in his usual brusque fashion. "The halfling is in my sleeping quarters with food and water. He wants to be alone, which is just as well." When Constantine suddenly loomed over Vica's shoulder in the doorway to eavesdrop on the hushed conversation, the elf said nothing to him. They watched each other for a few seconds, Constantine with a humorous light in his eyes and dead indifference in Oren's.
"I heard you two didn't find much last night," the assassin remarked. He grinned. "I'm sure you'll find them eventually. It's not too big of a town, he's bound to show up somewhere. If he hasn't left
