He frowned at the image of the clearing, getting a feel for where it had been, before heading toward it to check it out in person. If they had been kidnapped, and no one had left any clues, they would be left on their own. He had too many balls to juggle now, and ones that deliberately wandered out of hand and arc would be dropped. He had a dragoness to coddle and feed, dwarves to reassure and seduce, and a cult of death lovers to exterminate.