"Grálkóz! Useless, the lot of them!" Chúdan sighs and sits down heavily, motioning for Ctoślome to join him. "Now what do we do? We've lost all our leads, and our party besides."

Ctoślome, as ever, obeys, though his face betrays less concern than his master's. We could simply disappear, couldn't we? his face said. Unlike his master, he had no loyalties to any of those people. Especially not that one, with the cannibal-demon hiding in his sword. He shuddered and put the thing out of his mind by reading Chúdan's face for clues about the correct answer. "We could... try to find... an inn, rather than sitting here in the dust? Maybe the stablehand you made friends with by the Screaming Gate will know a cheaper place?"