Information, Part Two

McSars looks around. “Neivala. I got your letter.”

Sorinna eyes the draenei.

Neivala brought the pipe from her mouth and turned on her hooves upon hearing his voice. “Hmm? Oh. Good, good…Where’s Saibley?”

“She couldn’t make it.” The man responds.

Neivala nods, glancing at Sorinna. “I see. Ah well, I s’pose I’ll let her know at some point. Anyway, about Lycannon, yes? I guess you think I might know a thing or two about this, seeing as where I’m from, but..” She pauses, looking about the place. “I know only a little more than you do. You see..I..I’m the one who told Esixa where Lycannon was and about ‘er and stuff.” Pausing, she raises a hand. “But..”

Sorinna blinks.

Neivala shrugs. “I didn’t know she was after her for malicious reasons. She told me she was an old friend, wanted to catch up on some things… Ran into each other in the Exodar, got to talkin’.”

McSars nods. “You couldn’t have known. Get anything useful out of her that could be of use?”

The huntress crosses her arms, rolling her shoulders in thought. “Well, I do know a few things. One, is that she spends most of her time at the Exodar. She rarely leaves Kalimdor.”

The man nods again, thinking about this. “Hmm…” He scratches his chin.

“Another, is that Esixa stayed here last night.” Neivala smirks at this, continuing. “I’m not sure who all you have on this ‘case’, but I’m quite surprised none of ’em spotted the trail of blood leading from your house.”

Sorinna looks at McSars briefly then back to the young woman.

“Is Esixa still in this area, or has she moved on? I doubt she’d take Lycannon to the Exodar.” He says, watching Neivala, who raises a finger in point and motions for them to follow.

“That’s where I’m rather stumped. She cleaned herself up and apparently Lycannon too after she left. She was here last night.”

The two indeed follow the huntress outside of the tavern, and she stops to sigh and shake hear head at her worg, who had decided to take a nap at his post.

“Dark as it was, no one probably noticed the stains.” Neivala begins, making her way to the gates of the harbor.

“Not to mention all the soot on the floor.” McSars states, walking closely behind.

“Well, they are dwarves. I’m not sure the last that hearth was cleaned but..hmm..” The huntress trails off, letting another moment go by before speaking again, stopping on the bank just passed the bridge into town. “Obviously, she wouldn’t drag a nearly dead woman into a town and not expect some brows to be raised.”

McSars nods. “Of course.”

Neivala points over to the tree in the distance. “The trail ends over there. I’d imagine she dumped Lycannon in the graveyard, tied her up or somethin’, and washed herself in the water…The innkeeper can confirm he kept a room for a draenei named Esixa. Short, brown hair, rather ugly, to be honest.” she says, then laughing. “Mmm, Come on.”

Calling for her elekk, the young woman mounts quickly and heads across the water a little ways to the spot she was pointing at; A graveyard, to be exact. Stepping down from the beast, she slips between the grave stones and waits for the other two to catch up. Poking her fingers around in the grass, she lifts them to the sunlight, eyeing the blueish color. “Mhm. Same on the tree too. Bit of rope on the other side, all bloodied up.” She stands, turning and looking at McSars.

Any trails from here? He asks.

Sorinna finally speaks, after having been quiet for a while. “She’s really not trying to hide her path very well is she?”

McSars keeps himself neutral as possible, keeping focused. “Maybe she’s counting on Kaludra following the trail.”

Neivala shakes her head. “She’s in a hurry to get wherever she’s goin’. Seein’ as how the tail stops here, I can only assume she took one of the boats elsewhere.”

“Hm…” He begins, “It wouldn’t be a long range boat – this is too small, it’d be noticed.”

Neivala nods at the man. “Spot on.”

McSars gazes out over the water, thinking. “There’s numerous places to hide up the coast from here. There’s some caves around Arathi, in fact… A remote stretch of farmland. There’s also a landing to the far south.”

“You might be right, I haven’t thought of that yet. Perhaps she took a small rowboat across or..” The huntress nods, considering. “Hmm..”

McSars turns and walks a few paces, regarding the other draenei a moment. “Sorinna…”

“Hm?”

“I need you to check in Menethil with people who hire out and or sell boats for short range transport. We’re probably looking at a rowboat of some kind.”

Neivala pulls a small flask from her hip and takes a swig, gazing into the distance with a sigh. She faced the ocean and mulled over the possibilities of where her birth mother might be stowed away.

“Alright…I’ll let you know what I find.” Sorinna says, nodding.

“Thank-you.”

Sorinna nods, smiling briefly, “I’ll catch up.”

McSars salutes the woman, who returns the gesture and promptly calls for her saber, taking off at a brisk pace. He then walks back over to his daughter, standing at her side and watching the water.

“There’s hundreds of places she could be.” He pauses. “Neivala, good work. And.. Thank-you.”

“For?” The huntress nods again, watching him.

“Helping.” The man says then scowling out over the water.

She raises a brow. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“You did a good job anyway.”

“I guess so. Either way, she’s still alive, I’m still here…Though I feel like hell..” Neivala shrugs, taking another swig and then pursing her lips.

He turns to her. “Why’s that?”

“I have no idea. Started yesterday or so.”

“Maybe there’s some kind of connection between you and, er, you, but I’m not a doctor.” Stopping, he shrugs, letting a bit of silence go between them. “Right. The only course of action I can think of for now is to search up the coast.”

Neivala shakes her head. “I don’t know, maybe…” She pauses and clears her throat. “Right. I’ve yet to get that far with Alta’ir. His nose has been doing most of the work here.”

“Alright. I’m going to check the places of interest. The pirates at the cave I spoke of may have some information, even if I have to beat it out of them. After that I’ll start an in-depth search, all the way down the coast.”

Dipping her head a moment, her voice becomes low. “She could be anywhere, McSars.”

“I know. But we can’t afford to let despondency take hold.” he turns to her and puts a hand on her shoulder, looking directly at her. “We’ll find her, Neivala.”

The young woman blinks and tilts her head, looking at his gauntlet and then meeting his gaze. “I know..” she whispered.

“My radio frequency is 6.05.2. Let me know what you find.”

Neivala nods, patting the holster on her hip. “I will..” She pauses again, drawing a breath. “I know how much you love her. I won’t stop until I find something.”

McSars nods in turn. “She means a lot to me. So do my daughters.” He smiles slightly. “Present or future.”

“It takes time..” The huntress whispers, looking down and biting her lip. “Er..no pun intended..”

“And time will tell. Pun intended. Good luck.”

She allows a smirk to crack her features and he salutes her as well, doing what any good soldier would do. As she watched him go, she sighed and gently pat her wolf on his head. She knew they had to find Lycannon soon.