Hulwen runs a hand through his hair at this news, brow slightly furrowed and lips drawn into a line. "And they never do pick a side for long, the Babas." he comments, and sits back, looking up at the brightening sky with a slight sigh. "I guess I am heading towards the Wild Hunt then, Fion. But as you say, there is something amiss with this tale, a undercurrent of something." He gives his head a small shake, and laughs, standing up. "Thank you, my old friend, for your hospitality, and your information."

With a bow of his head, followed by a firm handshake, Hulwen leaves Fion and the brewery, heading out towards the edge of the city where the wandering merchants and tinkers gather, hoping in the morning markets to find someone heading northward.