With some of the wind taken out of Yinnorin's sails, she seems a little less eager to share all that she knows. That being said, Tayyib's still giving her the attention she enjoys, so it's not as if she holds back that much.
"No idea." Helpful, she is. "Some job of theirs went bad, didn't it? It was years ago."
Aias eyes Tayyib quietly for a moment, considering his fellow warlock. He seems to hesitate — with a poignant glance towards Yinnorin, who's pretending to have lost interest in the conversation, but doing a rather poor job of it — before he eventually admits, in a low tone.
"If there's anyone 'round here Ellia still turns to, it'll be Nina. She's a teacher in Elindes. Sells rugs and stuff, too. Dunno if she actually visits, I don't stick my nose in that business," he adds hastily, hands up, "but if Ellia's gonna go to anyone... it'd be her."
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"Last seen?"
Fidgug scratches his fingers along a stubby jaw. He casts a panning glance around them, as if seeking assistance from the others around the table, but by now the rest have returned to their game. He pauses briefly, catching the eye of a hooded warlock in a nearby table, their exposed tiefling horns gnarled from years of adventuring. In the tiefling's hand is a small knife, currently busy scratching idle notches into the wood of the table. It seems to suddenly occur to Fidgug just how loud he'd been talking just now. When he turns back to Andronika, there's a sheepish grin on his lips, and a more subdued note to his voice.
"She keeps her head low these days, but if you really wanna try and find her, your best bet's gonna be the Foirbys' mom. Now she isn't hard to find. Got a shop and everything. Darkwood Fabrics."
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"No idea." Helpful, she is. "Some job of theirs went bad, didn't it? It was years ago."
Aias eyes Tayyib quietly for a moment, considering his fellow warlock. He seems to hesitate — with a poignant glance towards Yinnorin, who's pretending to have lost interest in the conversation, but doing a rather poor job of it — before he eventually admits, in a low tone.
"If there's anyone 'round here Ellia still turns to, it'll be Nina. She's a teacher in Elindes. Sells rugs and stuff, too. Dunno if she actually visits, I don't stick my nose in that business," he adds hastily, hands up, "but if Ellia's gonna go to anyone... it'd be her."
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"Last seen?"
Fidgug scratches his fingers along a stubby jaw. He casts a panning glance around them, as if seeking assistance from the others around the table, but by now the rest have returned to their game. He pauses briefly, catching the eye of a hooded warlock in a nearby table, their exposed tiefling horns gnarled from years of adventuring. In the tiefling's hand is a small knife, currently busy scratching idle notches into the wood of the table. It seems to suddenly occur to Fidgug just how loud he'd been talking just now. When he turns back to Andronika, there's a sheepish grin on his lips, and a more subdued note to his voice.
"She keeps her head low these days, but if you really wanna try and find her, your best bet's gonna be the Foirbys' mom. Now she isn't hard to find. Got a shop and everything. Darkwood Fabrics."