Well, comforting as it was to know that there were not more ghosts of children... There was more bad news than good. Kellon scratched at his shelled shoulder in thought, his troubled expression clear even with his beak.

"So, if the lad is indeed locked up in the Baron's home, he might be fortunate to leave on his own two feet... Do you reckon that we might be able to blackmail the Baron into releasing him? Would it be better to do that in private or spring it on him during the festival tomorrow. And, uh... should we tell Ireena that she has another unwanted suitor?"