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Suddenly, out of nowhere, a crow roosts on your shoulder. It seems to be expecting something.

Probably that messenger from Reth again. Maybe it's offering to give Rider a message on your behalf?

Too bad you left that notebook with the kid. Well, you've got two other people around.

"Do either of you have anything I can write a message with?"

Long produces a notebook and pencil almost immediately. He tears out a blank sheet and hands it to you, along with the pencil.

Long injured, we're taking him to rest; Ash under control for the moment, may have been delayed; short wizard is incapacitated, gods are apparently responsible. Gods sent a trial for one of the people here, uncertain what's happened with that.

You think that covers the major points. Anything else can be cleared up when you've taken care of this other business. So you hand the note to the crow, and it flies away.

"Oh, one more thing," the priest says. "He needs a bed, right? They were keeping me on one, and I believe I can find it. It's just, I took a bit of a convoluted route from there to here, so I'll need a moment to work out a more direct one."

"It's not grebling-sized, is it?" you ask.

"It was rather large for me, so no. It should be a comfortable fit for him. Just give me a minute to check the halls and I'll figure out my way back there."

Well, that's odd. Not much to do except wait here with Captain Long until somebody shows up, though.

So maybe it's a good time to ask him some questions.