An Ambiguous Answer
Thirtieth Day of the Eight Month 292 AC
Hoping that her greater familiarity with the Maenads' human seemings will provide some advantage, you hand Azema the Wayfinder. However, the instrument is as still in her hands as it was in yours. So you turn to Dany's skill at divining the future, uncertain and wrapped in riddles as such attempts are wont to be. "Might the Maenads be found upon the island, or did they flee the town in the night?" you ask Dany as she sits cross-legged amid the cloud's bitter incense.
"The hour grows late, the night now ends, and only cold dawn is left.
Nowhere can they be found, not by sea, air, nor land.
The weaver's shuttle flies, the bloody thread still in the warp and weft."
"Perhaps we should check with every weaver in town," Tyene jests, visibly stiffing a yawn. Waymar throws her a mildly reproving look for making light of the situation, but it is clear he has no more clue what the riddle could mean.
"Or mayhap it is best to wait and deal with more immediate concerns," Ser Richard puts in. "If those things act again it shall not be subtle and they can be dealt with then."
"It sits ill with me to leave such things loose," you answer. The sentiment is all the stronger as you feel in some measure responsible for the bloody revel.
"Are those things any worse than the vulture demon?" the knight retorts, to which you have no answer, for indeed the carrion fiend was both more powerful and more malicious.
Was it simply because Mantarys is half-a-world away from your own fief? Instead of dwelling on that unpleasant notion you ponder the riddle.
What do you do?
[] Use Commune
-[] Write in questions
[] Abandon the hunt for now
-[] Write in plan for the remainder of the day
[] Write in
OOC: Remember, everyone beside Viserys has not slept for a day-and-a-half.