Dammit. Either Zavros was an exceptional actor, or he was exactly what he seemed, and Mouse didn't know which. She also wasn't entirely sure<em>what</em>exactly he seemed like - talking so casually about besting magicians was... hmm.<br/><br/>"Looking and talking like that?" she allowed herself a very faint smile, "no, I'd remember."<em>I haven't met a lot of people,</em>she was tempted to say, but she didn't owe him an explanation, even if she couldn't help the nagging feeling that it was untrue.<br/><br/>Well, she could drive herself crazy turning in circles about it, or she could act.<br/><br/>"Henes, look for signs that boats have been here." She stopped herself, looked to the two for confirmation, "that's how it works, right? The big ship is too big for the beach, so they use the smaller ones? They would've needed to load your people on." Her education on naval procedures had mostly been focused on how to drive the dogs of the Realm into the sea, but she realized she had never actually seen that particular principle in action.<br/><br/>She pointed to a nearby hill and set out, "I'm going to go up and have a look for ships before it gets dark." Her climb was as effortless as a mountain goat's, vaulting from ledge to ledge like she had done it her entire life - and maybe she had. Of course, she kept one eye on Zavros the whole time, ready to intervene if he proved hostile.