Nit nodded and sat, taking a sip from his mug.  Then wiping his forearm across his mouth he spoke, "I have a woman of the Scajawa tribe that I am..."  He paused and looked down into his mug again, "...close with.  A torn ear clan member."<br/><br/>Eyanosa knew the torn ear clan, ursines that were generally regarded as stout fighters and down to earth peoples for the most part.  But Nit continued, "her tribe, the Scajawa, come to trade with my tribe, the Oshawa, every winters end."<br/><br/>Eyanosa knew that Oshawa was a much smaller city than Toronto, more a trading post than a proper city, but was located about two to three day's walk to the east along the great lake.  A single person, traveling alone and with little to no gear and with good weather might make it in about a day and a half, but she doubted that optimal speed could be made.  Nit hadn't stopped talking though, "The Scajawa wander an area far east of Oshawa, but far enough from our borders that they should not have been bothered by any tribes from either across the great lake or our borders far to the north east.   But... uh... my friend.  She would not have simply disappeared.  We were in talks for her to handfast and come join my tribe.  But there was no word once the snows broke and her tribe was expected.  I've tried to hire mercenaries to go find them, but couldn't afford their prices.  So I came to the temple for help."