Phedron takes the offered drink and imbibes slowly, listening to Vacla's tale. As he concludes and inquires if Phedron will help, he thinks for several moments before answering,
"Yes. Yes, I will look for Divora. I have to tell you that you are right about the mark on their necks. It is a sign of something. These people are changed. I don't know it's madness or an illness or... something more obscene. I will look for her, but I can't promise what I might find. We have yet to find any of those enslaved by this madness that seem to be able to shake it loose. Still, do you have a trinket or memento that I could take with me? Something of your or important to the both of you that she may recognize? Also, these... colectare ascuns... do they go by other names? Are they a guild? Like the Pathfinders?"
Finishing his glass, he waves away any more. This conversation doesn't encourage him but casts a further shadow on the journey ahead.
