"I need some air," Caerwyn says. The talk of hags and magical teleportation seems to have done the barbarian in for a moment. He pulls out his chair and uncharacteristically kisses his sister on the top of her head as he passes her by, and then quietly steps outside. Through the dirty window, Buurt can see the holy warrior take a deep breath of the fresh air before he rounds the corner of the shack, out of site.
The old man watches, and then answers Talashia's question. "A couple days west, just along the river. Be best to wait until morning to give you as much daylight as possible. No telling what's lingerin' in those lights at night, and I sure wouldn't wanna find out!"