Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer
Nathan stands, mouth agape, as Daylily reacts to the cleaning. Then he stands like that a minute more. He looks to each of the others, opening his mouth as if to speak, then closing it and turning to the next person, before finally looking back to Daylily, shaking his head and saying, "I ... apologize, Daylily." He seems ready to say more, then thinks better of it. He turns to the others, only partially succeeding in his bid to pretend the last minute or so hasn't happened.
"Other than their routes, names, and descriptions, anyone have anything else they want to know. Afraid I don't know any tracking magics, so I'm hoping someone can do the more mundane version?"
Nathan stands, mouth agape, as Daylily reacts to the cleaning. Then he stands like that a minute more. He looks to each of the others, opening his mouth as if to speak, then closing it and turning to the next person, before finally looking back to Daylily, shaking his head and saying, "I ... apologize, Daylily." He seems ready to say more, then thinks better of it. He turns to the others, only partially succeeding in his bid to pretend the last minute or so hasn't happened.
"Other than their routes, names, and descriptions, anyone have anything else they want to know. Afraid I don't know any tracking magics, so I'm hoping someone can do the more mundane version?"
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