Islif's body seemed almost as if it would've fained then without Kesie's embrace. She let herself assume a melted quality in the Lathanderi priestess's arms, and sighed brightly, "I thank you. I truly thank you. You say you shall seek others of like mind and mettle: know then that I and my own ecclesiastical fellows have been  suggestingm to those we've pleaded with, to meet one another at the country estate of the Huntsilvers here: from Eveningstar's only midtown bridge across the Starwater, go to the first intersection east of the bridge, and turn north to follow the road along the river. 'Tis the first and only grand estate along the river north of town; one can't miss it. The Huntsilver family have long been generous patrons, and you may there meet any other brave souls for rendezvous, or at least be told by the family who else has come by and might be residing elsewhere in the town, or already on their way to the dragon."<br/><br/>"And that way," the lady offered a small handwritten scrap of paper. "We understand at least one set of landmarks to go by: much further along the same road, several tributaries feed the river, and at one such fork, the tip of the land between three broken boulders rise in a triangle. That is all past Starwater Gorge; the east side of the river is the easier to traverse overland, hence and because of the road, but thusly the more like to host bandits and owlbears. The west side of the river is steeper because of the gorge, with thicker underbrush, and more treacherous footing near the river."<br/><br/>"Follow that east tributary, with the triangle of boulders and none before. When it splits again into two feeding streams, take the west one. The lair overlooks it in the foothills of the Stormhorns; look for the first and only cavern-mouth overlooking the stream." She sighed again, leaned in, and made to kiss the lady Morninglord. For all her graciousness, Kelsie would sense that something was unspoken, wrong, less than forthright, or left unsaid by the Tymoran.