<br/>The halfling grimaces slightly at what Tak has found. "No good. Why keep head except for trophy? And this is no way to treat a trophy." He motions towards Fiera. "You have shop, yes? You know these farmers? Maybe you recognize this head?" When he hears his name, the ranger shifts his attention to the warrior woman.<br/><br/>Alphonse gestures off towards the middle of the common yard around the house and shack. "She was over there," he says. "She walked into the crops, ran to the ditch and, we think, hid in the mud. Bird come near there. Slow, maybe stalking, maybe just watching and waiting, then they move on. No sign of pecking or slashing or biting of girl. Then footsteps pick up from ditch, see?" He shakes his head and then scratches it and shrugs.<br/><br/>The halfling looks more directly at Quinta. "She walk towards the river. Straight to it. Slowly. As if in no hurry."