"Some of them. Found a volunteer, perhaps more importantly. This is Marit. He doesn't speak the language without help from a Tongues, but he's down to help fight demons."

"Well, Iomedae knows we need all the volunteers we can find," she says, offering a hand for him to shake. "Where are you from, friend?"

"I would rather not talk about it, actually." But he shakes her hand. "Korva said that the Crusade's troops needed training, and that's something I have some experience with. And while I have no measure of divine power from her, I've thought highly of Iomedae for a very long time."

"You ought to get along with people around here, then. - Oh, Korva, the logistics officer wanted to know when you'd be back, yesterday. Something about a missing supply shipment. They think it might have been bandits."

"Bandits? Seriously?"

"The sack of Kenabres left a lot of desperate people in its wake. I wish they'd come help, instead of making things harder, but people will make a lot of foolish decisions when they're scared."

"I'll talk to her. Thanks, Seelah."

Annnd they can go find Nenio. Nenio has her own house now. She used to have a room in one of the inns, but the owner demanded that Korva find a new place for her after Nenio conducted some kind of horrible experiment involving acid and noxious fumes. Korva has never heard anyone complain about Nenio's private house in particular, possibly because they assume that Nenio is paying for it (she technically isn't, but she's also not being anywhere near adequately compensated for her spellcasting services, which Korva is hoping she's too oblivious to notice), and possibly because nobody wants to share space with Nenio.

The house is not full of noxious fumes today! It does, however, have Nenio, who is standing on her head against a wall.

"Ah, butterfly girl! I am determining whether additional blood flow to one's head aids or inhibits intellectual pursuits."

"What have you discovered?"

"Inconclusive! I need more data. Do you have any truly difficult academic problems in need of solutions?"

"I have a seventh circle scroll with a spell I'd really like you to learn, would that do it?"

"Excellent! You truly are my most loyal of followers, butterfly girl."

"Marit, I give you the crusade's only seventh-circle wizard. I'd introduce you, but she won't remember your name anyway."

"She has memory problems?"

"Yes, actually, although I'm not sure whether that's related to the names thing or not. Nenio doesn't remember anything about her history from before her arrival in Mendev. When we met in Kenabres she had managed to forget that she was a kitsune. She claims that it's volitional, and that she remembers everything that's actually important."

"Huh. Well, nice to meet you, Nenio." Marit is a very diplomatic person and it sounds entirely sincere and not judgmental. 

"You have no obvious noteworthy traits," says Nenio, who is not a diplomatic person at all.

Marit is deeply flattered. He tries. 

He turns his head to Korva as if to say 'shall we'?

"Learn the spell, okay, Nenio? I'm hoping we can run an experiment with it tomorrow."

"I don't know if we could have taken Drezen without her," she says, tiredly, when they're outside again. "She's completely fearless, obviously has some sideways kind of brilliance, and does everything I ask her to without compensation. We are tremendously lucky to have her. All we have to give her in return is the license to go around being - like that, to everyone."

"Almost anyone who thinks they wouldn't put up with much worse from their strongest wizard is lying to themselves."

She laughs, a little bit.

"I should meet with Dorgelinga, do you want to tag along for that? And then we can talk about whatever you most want to see next."

“That sounds reasonable to me.”

So she can go find Dorgelinda Stranglehold, the crusade's logistics advisor, a middle-aged dwarf with some serious scarring and an incorrectly healed right hand that doesn't work very well anymore.

     "Knight commander! I meant to convene the council, you don't need to come looking for me every time I've got something to say to you."

"Well, I'm here now. We can have a meeting with everyone if it's complicated. Seelah said we had a missing supply shipment?"

     "Arms, armor, and food. Most of the soldiers guarding it made it back to us, though. Said it was a bandit attack."

"Did they say where?" 

     "Near the river crossing. I don't know how far the bandits could have gotten by now, though, it depends who they were. Do you want to take some men off patrols to hunt them down?"

"...maybe. I'd rather talk to the soldiers in question and see if we have anything we can use for a scry on the bandits, not charge off blindly. You have a list of who it was?"

     "Of course I have a list! We keep records of what we do, now, Knight Commander."

"How many did you have guarding the shipment?"

"Nine people. I'd rather keep it to at least a dozen, so things like this happen less, but I don't handle troop assignments."