Nobody replied to Daria's suggestion about food - Marc and Paco just shrugged - but Josh said, hesitantly as ever.<br/>"If-if you d-decide ttto do something, th-there's e-e-even broccoli in th-the ki-ki-kitch-en".<br/>He didn't stammer only on "broccoli", and Daria could hear his tone changing for that one word, becoming slighlty more melodic.<br/><br/><strong>"That's an...interesting idea",</strong>Brother Anselm said, softly.<strong>"If a beast could chase off a wolfpack from their prey, a man - even with a sword - might not be such a threat to it..."<br/>"What he wants to say",</strong>the Reeve said, more resolutely and more grimly,<strong>"is that the idea is terrifying. We'd be lucky if it proved to be untrue...but Lady Luck is a fickle..."<br/>"Don't blaspheme",</strong>Brother Anselm warns him, and the Reeve stops. The he shrugged and continued.<strong><br/>"As for the idea of someone following that beast - well, that's a dangerous game. But people have done worse..."<br/>"Demon-consorting, for example. That the Tharian clans call it religions and magic doesn't change what it is",</strong>Brother Anselm adds, still gloomily.<strong>"But we don't have any of the smelly horsemen, here."</strong><br/><br/>That was when Lisa interrupted. Then the Reeve and the Elder looked at each other, and nodded affirmatively.<br/><strong>"Seems like it",</strong>Brother Anselm said.<br/><strong>"Yes, I'm afraid you'll have to look for the wolves' lair",</strong>the Reeve agreed, too.