It would be more his bed at that point, one assumes.
[ What's left of his dinner, he offers to Fedora. ]
You and your friend will need to make arrangements among yourselves, however. You ought to rest as much as possible; you may not feel it entirely now, but the strain of the day's ride will catch up to you come morning.
[ Fedora is happy to take the leftovers. He doesn’t need to eat, being made of magic and all, but he likes to. ]
I feel a bit like it’s catching up to me now, but it’s not as bad as it could be.
[ Jacob stands and stretches. He feels a bit stiff and sore, but it’s nothing he can’t ignore.
Wolf and wizard share a glance for a moment, and have one of those conversations that they have without actually speaking. When the moment passes, Jacob gives a nod. ] Fedora will keep an eye out, just in case. That way we both can get some rest.
[ He offers Fedora a small, grateful nod. He had intended to keep watch tonight, or at least spend some time setting wards and offerings for any wild creatures that came their way, but this works just as well. ]
Thank you.
[ Solas stands, then heads to the tent he set up for himself. ]
Rest, Detective. We should arrive in the Emerald Graves come tomorrow afternoon.
[ He has a feeling that tomorrow isn't going to be easy.
Jacob moves to retire for the night, while Fedora pads off to keep watch. Jacob can only hope that Andrew is okay, because despite what Solas said, Jacob would never forgive himself if something were to happen. ]
[ The night passes uneventfully, and Solas rises early to break down camp and feed and water the horses. Breakfast is merely trail rations -- bread and jerky -- and when the sun is high enough in the sky to provide ample light, they return to their journey.
The pace Solas sets is just as swift and relentless as the previous day, taking breaks as necessary. He understands the detective's urgency, after all. What's more, while the wizard may be exhausted and sore from yesterday's ride, Solas has the feeling that Jacob wouldn't appreciate if he slackened their pace in deference to his condition.
They make good time, reaching the Emerald Graves not too long after the sun crests in the sky. Only then does Solas slow his horse to a trot. ]
Unfortunately, the spirit had little in the way of concrete information. As helpful as they can be, spirits tend to be confused by our world, how immutable it is.
[ He nods. ] From our visits here, we know there are Venatori encampments scattered throughout the area. They may have taken up residence in some of the abandoned villas to the south.
You mean like Charlie's Last Resort? No, nothing like that- I don't think the kid has an offensive spell in his arsenal. Andrew is training to become a Spiritualist. It's essentially the opposite of a Necromancer- they commune with the dead and strive to put restless spirits at ease.
Apparently that works somewhat differently here, but he might well attract the attention of your version of spirits as well.
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