Antyr sensed Tarrian about to make the same reply and he held up a warning finger. Even when Petran had been alive, Tarrian had been ill-disposed towards what he called the futility of this particular manifestation of the human pack instinct. Since his death, however, the wolf’s feelings had grown to cynical and growling disdain.
Tarrian made the effort. ‘I can’t think of anyone at the moment,’ he said apologetically. ‘I’m out of touch myself.’
Antyr put his head in his hands. ‘We should go to the Guild House, all the same,’ he said. ‘We could inquire. Someone else might have run into this problem. We might be fretting about something that’s already well known.’
Tarrian stood up. ‘Yes, of course,’ he said, suddenly enthusiastic. ‘You’re right. I’d forgotten about that.’
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