Jack nods thoughtfully, the flickering firelight casting dancing shadows across his face. "A Goat of Tribulation, you say, with mismatched horns and a penchant for mischief in the pass? Sounds like the very sort of creature that would choose the solitary heights of Kelvin's Cairn for its domain," he muses. He leans forward with a sly grin, about to regale the group with another tale of the Feywild but, catching a gruff look from Zeth, Jack bites back the story, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Turning his attention back to Perilou, Jack's expression softens. "Perilou, in light of all that's transpired, what's your next move? You've shown remarkable courage, and Keegan and Garret could surely use a steadfast guardian like you on their journey home through the chill. Or," he adds, a spark of adventurous spirit lighting up his eyes, "perhaps you're inclined to brave the tundra with us? What say you? We're heading in the direction of Termalaine next, and will need to get there posthaste."