Her smile reached her eyes when she saw the demon, her dear friend and ally.

Indeed, he was still in a way sworn to her, or to Vitruvion, in what ever way that book and ceremony had worked. Perhaps it had worn off, but the first time they had ever met he had been persuaded by some spell to give fealty. Now that seemed to have passed, or his loyalty had remained and no longer he was magically bound to anything, if he ever was. The blue haired elf had been part of that adventure, and now she had gone, not been seen for some days.

She gestured to a back door as he entered into the small, private room of the pub she was still in. As they walked, and she stepped in beside Nosdyn she began to answer his query.

"As far as I know there is no one to kill. Or not so much. When I chased the ship, the Spirited Wave, I found it burning, and there was little I could do. It is destroyed, and the crew mostly dead. Some of them got away on small boats, and they are being treated now, but the ship is gone."

She escorted the demon towards the harbour, where the strong scent of salty air hit them directly. Gulls screeched overhead, like mournful creatures of death and fate. In their claws they held the remains of fish and contents of a midden heap, which they chewed or dropped on unsuspecting victims. These creatures the kenku knew well, however, and the dangers were limited. Instead, her attention was on the mighty boats coming into rest.

"The last ship Vitruvion owns, the Siren's Wake is due to come into harbour in an hour or so. With the Zephyr and the Spirited Wave gone, sunk or burnt, this is the only merchant vessel he has left."

She pointed, steering them down onto a wooden walkway, built on an older stone base.

"But I am glad you are here. We will need to inspect it, make sure that there is no danger. I am sorry I left you the way that I did, but things being what they are ..." she tailed off with a sad look in her eyes. "I have missed you."