“Well, I assure you,” Trace said huffily, “I do. Not. Know. What goes on inside a necromantic thrall’s head. I am simply making assumptions based on what little I have seen. Personally, I think we should ignore who’s trying to kill whom for what reason, unless one is ‘us’ and the other is ‘Amanita’. So.” She tossed her head back, getting her mane in some semblance of order. “I’m going back to where we first saw the bear in the hopes of picking up Amanita’s trail again. And if you want to find her, please shut up.” She walked off, too angry to even stomp.