<i>Well, another one lies in rust.</i><br/><br/>Stepping out of a disappointingly uninformative tavern,<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.postimg.cc/P51Zh4c0/Ixana2-500.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Ixana Comorran</a>runs down a listing of places of interest in her mind. Where might she find information on that sigil? She had been at it for hours now. Well, two hours anyhow. If you rounded up. Yet still the symbol hung onto its secrets like a kraken on a particularly fat cargo vessel.<br/><br/>There was the Fishyard, of course, but the sigil had been found away from the river. Merchantmen might well have spotted the insignia before, but caravans on the Evermoor Way were more likely the sort of merchants that use trading houses, not operating stalls in the market.<br/><br/>She had been to the Pearl-Handled Pipe already, and word on the street was Three Rivers was a place to avoid. Not that rumor would keep it off her list forever, but it could certainly drop it to the bottom. Two places made sense for her to try next. The Wink and Kiss was most promising, given its reputation. Surely some of the unsavory elements that frequent the place would know something about local kidnappings. But that reputation was also a bit concerning for a young lady of quality. The stories about the types of things that went on there!<br/><br/>No, she’d prefer not. Not yet, anyhow. There was still this Whitewings place. Bit of a pesthole as Ixana hears it, but that meant coin would go a lot further there in the loosening of tongues, and the low class of customer probably meant it was the go to place for people who lost belongings coming down the Evermoor Way. If you got accosted overland and fled for your life with just the gear on your back … yeah, Whitewings was the sort of place to fit your budget.<br/><br/>Ixana heads in the direction of the rundown old establishment, starting to whistle a little tune, before feeling guilty about being cheery when Lo’anta was in some kind of serious trouble and stopping. On second thought, it’s not like whistling was going to slow down any potential rescue and it didn’t cost anything, so she begins again. Though, on *third* thought, it could attract attention, so she stops. But then again, didn’t she want attention? She needed to find out what happened to her ranger friend, and if that meant getting noticed by someone who might know what was up, that was only a good thing! With fresh resolve, she brushes a lock of golden hair from her azure eyes and once again starts whistling.<br/><br/>Ixana continues in this vein most of the way to the White Winged Griffon, a light tune sliding - intermittently - from her lips.