(IC) The Witchwood
Lyrian nods to Jorr. "Thank you for talking with us, Jorr. We'll try not to die," she says, and gives him a little bow in farewell. She is as frustrated as Landor, but it wouldn't do any good to snap at Jorr. She catches up with Landor and waits until they are well away from Jorr's cabin before talking again.
"Well, that was frustrating. Everyone seems to want us to go directly into a keep full of hobgoblins!" she says, blowing air out in a long sigh. "Perhaps we could take out the leaders with arrows or spells if we can see them on the walls or get a view of them in the courtyard from a tree or hilltop. Pity we can't get them a few wagonloads of wine and get the whole lot of them drunk; they'd be far easier to defeat! Well, perhaps once we see the keep we'll have a better idea of what our options are." Lyrian and Ingrid will keep a wary lookout for any signs of their foes, whether it was old campsites, trail blazes, new paths, or anything else.