He nodded to her question, having stopped several times on the way back, took several detours, and was about an hour later than he wanted, but he figured that the scrying had expired, if that was what the feeling of being followed was. If not, he hadn't sensed anything during the return that felt like a physical person near him, so maybe it was just his nerves. "Not see, not in a physical sense. But they are definitely not what they claim to be. I wish I had time to go check the other encampment, but the long route back ate too much. Just make sure that when we leave here tomorrow, you have everything you value with you. I suspect we might not be coming back to the inn."<br/><br/>He was up the entire night, sitting in a chair in the hallway that was the only way in or out without climbing or flying, and made frequent rounds of the building. Paranoia, it was a comforting state of mind. He was rested enough, and the Mantle ensured he would at least have gotten enough rest the days before. The centauress was his biggest worry, being out of the inn proper, the equine portion of her body not able to handle stairs, so he checked in with her during each round, mostly just poking his head into the stable where she had commandeered the biggest paddock for herself.