Subject: Re: Approaching the Prisoners

Tearing flesh from the unnamed meat that the villagers have provided, Holn feeds Fancek. She lies quietly in his lap, staring into the fire sleepily and purring. She suddenly pricks up her ears, and Holn can feel the strirring, turning his head in time to see the two approach the hearth.

"What have you got from our enemies? Any new information?" He asks.