Tamsin is busy scratching Rex between the ears while the great bear is eating from a large bowl placed in front of him. Talon is off hunting on his own, preferring live game to prepared food.

The ranger looks over at the elf, still scratching the bear. "Wouldn't say that," he comments. "I wasn't here, mind you. But this way, it sounds as if you got sure intel, rather than the possibility for it. There's no use in regret; what's done is done. Rather than worry over what may've been, act on what is."

Tamsin takes a swallow of his own wine, the only thing he's consumed thus far. At the absence of his scratching fingers, Rex raises his head from the bowl for a moment to glance over the company, before returning to his food. "Besides," he adds, "sounds as if you dislike these particular demon worshipers. Living people can be prosecuted and punished for their actions. Dead ones, well, they're left to the gods. Not much personal satisfaction from that."