The veteran guard's expression darkened the moment Yuzuki asked, his voice deepening as he replied.
"Wyrd's Wald," he flatly replied. "That place is Fey, that it is. We're only able to log as we please due to our cold steel and numbers, but even then, always at the very edge. Only the brave or foolish ever dare venture there, and we were too weak to stop her flight." As though he were ashamed, the guard pulled down his visor as he looked away from them, the others obediently following suite as his pose stiffened to rigid attention. Despite this, they could all still see a wry smile spread across his lips as Dimitri asked him one last thing. "You still have hope for her?" The guardsman gave a short, mirthless laugh. "Maybe there's hope left, if all of you are as lively as she is. North, you'll find the heart of The Feuerreich and the heart of human civilization. Though, that is assuming you leave the forest; there, you'll find all sorts of beings not natural, but with the elves being the most wicked and fairest of them all."
"Sounds about right," Sif offhandedly commented. She then jumped up onto Dimitri's lap, comically grabbing the comparatively huge implement. "Mush." As Coco giggled at the foreign word, the soldiers looked on, their composure breaking.
"That's not a doll?!" At the crack of the whip, the tired, weary, sole surviving horse they had left brought their carriage past the open mouthed guards and into the logging town itself. Only to fall asleep right where it stood the moment they found a place for their wagon. The horse. He was done. Over with. Kaput. There would be no more from him anytime soon given that longest night.
"Everyone. Let's get ready for a trip into the woods, and to find out just what our friend was up to," Sif steeled herself. "And very good observation Aya. Rin. You two are making for a very good couple. I hope you all are starting to realize just how important those little ones are - if you look, they're everywhere. Out of sight if their job lets them be," the Mini-Neko pointed out. Adelaide however, only heard the first part, and was aghast.
"B-but! Your friend, he has some sort of ailment!" she almost cried out, hand red with his blood. Having reached into her bosom and producing a handkerchief, the princess desperately fought to staunch the bleeding. By pressing said handkerchief into Masato's face of course. The Mini-Neko simply held up both her hands into the air - whatever the gods of this world decided for Masato would have to do. He simply no longer mattered in face of what she had on her mind, and relentlessly lead the way, the corner of her mouth ominously twitching into a smile. The moment the door was knocked open, the tiniest figure at the forefront casting the largest shadow, the entirety of the squad could not unsee the utter chaos that lay ahead of them.
The tavern? What they saw was the remains of a party to end all parties.
Half eaten food lay strewn across the tables and floor, mixed into the hay that covered the stones alongside stale ale and mead. The barrels that once held them were all clearly empty, and - what had to be a dwarf - had one as his sole garment as he sat slumped over on the floor, eyes closed and still as death. Articles of clothing could be seen hanging from above, having been tossed high and catching on the wooden beams of the tavern. And then there were the bodies. Scattered all around, some on tables, on the floor, and one somehow hung from his underwear up high, the place looked like some twisted battlefield. Fortunately for them all, they were not indecent. Kobolds were working in the background, walking under tables to clean up the mess, carrying people away on stretchers, and even trying to get the man down from the ceiling by hopping onto each other's shoulders and poking him with a broomstick. As the moans of the patrons who remained could be heard all around like the voices of the damned, a single tavern maid quickly approached them.
Though bags were under her eyes, the fiery redhead - literally, with flames upon her head like long, flowing hair - she approached them with what dignity she could muster. While tightening the crisscrossing cords at the front of her dress with flushed cheeks.
"My apologies, but I am ashamed to admit that we are unlikely to be open this Donner's Tag today." Behind her, a bard in nothing but a shirt worn as trousers could be heard moaning.
"My...magnum opus. My Hauptwerk. Is complete." With his fading words, the papers in his hand spilled to the ground as a fellow bard wailed to the gods, arms raised up to the heavens in lament. The tavern maid's cheek and fiery eyebrow twitched ever so slightly in annoyance.
"Our rooms are...messy. Some beyond that. And our larders are certainly nothing but scraps. I'm very sorry," she bowed, either unaware or no longer concerned with the immodesty of her action out of sheer exhaustion. A small sigh could be heard at this sight.
"Just like old times," Sif remarked, nodding to herself. "Well, get to it. That tavern maid isn't going to wait for you all day."
Despite this utter bedlam, the squad needed to gather their intel. It was vital they found out more about what happened to Kuroneko. But on top of that, they needed to gather more food and supplies. At the very least, they needed to find a new horse! Otherwise, there would be no pursuit. Especially now that they knew their friend had managed to procure some of her own.