"He's fled. As I expected." Jaethal touches the boxes that hold the merchant's wares. Her moves seem relaxed u

"He's fled. As I expected." Jaethal touches the boxes that hold the merchant's wares. Her moves seem relaxed until you notice that her undead fingers are tense and bent like the claws of a predator. "It's pointless. Illogical. Those children in the woods could hardly be expected to kill us. Why the performance? There must be something..."