Mithnella sighed and shook her head after Darval finished his tale, "Two weeks in an inn? You had me worried sick and then I got called away myself so I couldn't wait for you. I guess that was best though. I was occupied rather than just pacing about here wondering if I should go searching for you." She grabbed her napkin and wiped a bit of food from the Dwarf's face. She watched Lorn as he left and got up to watch him. When he called that he had caught the scent of something right there she chuckled at what Darval said and replied, "You know Lorn could likely drink you under the table because of his Elven metabolism. You stay here and get warm, I'm going to go see if I can find out anything else." She disappeared in a shadowy mist and appeared next to Lorn with her shield over both of them so he didn't get any wetter. She crouched down and put her hand to the ground, "There are some faint magical traces but I'm unsure what might have left them. I don't think it has anything to do with the disappearances though. There would be no reason for whatever did it to come back."