A few minutes later the sorceress returned, guiding Eleanor back to the table before pulling the others aside.<br/><br/>"<strong>Alright so..</strong>" she began with a sigh, raking her fingers though her hair, "<strong>Their camp is to the south-southwest, not the east, and it's just inside the woods, rather than near the river. The passphrase she gave us will get you shot, the real one's <em>'By the bloody bones of St. Gilmore'</em> and the response is <em>'Who wants to know?'</em></strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>I...couldn't convince her to repent, she just kept trying to convince <em>me</em> to join the bandits. If I didn't have any luck with her magically pre-disposed to liking me, I doubt we'll have a ghost of a chance when the spell wears off...</strong>"