Finna snarled in frustration as he sauntered off.  "Trot, wait," she cried.  "Wait."  He didn't stop so she ran after him, scurrying alongside him.  "Please, Trot.  I'm...I'm<em>sorry."</em>It was obviously hard for her to say.  "We have to go after her.  She's in trouble, I just know it."<br/><br/>Trot ignored her and kept walking, his face impassive as a statue.  "Trot, please.  I'm begging you.  And if you come with me..." she was digging around in her boot for something as she hurried along beside him.  She nearly tripped and fell, then recovered, and brought up a gleaming gold coin.  "If you come with me, I'll give you five gold pieces."