[They are combing through stalls in the Lowtown markets in search of some mineral which Wysteria requires for the casting of a particular alloy, which involves quite a lot of meandering from one stall to the next—shuffling through the various chalky substances meant for alchemists and potters and so on, and the occasional verbal volley with the presiding merchant.
Presumably, Ellis is there to carry the large sack of the stuff when Wysteria actually finds and purchases what she requires and not to be ambushed. And yet—]
You don't suppose he's actually gone, do you?
[This, asked as Wysteria picks up a fistful of crumbling sand and sifts it back into the bag through her fingers. It's been only a few days since Loxley's announcement over the crystal. Not nearly enough time to become reasonably concerned.
action;
Presumably, Ellis is there to carry the large sack of the stuff when Wysteria actually finds and purchases what she requires and not to be ambushed. And yet—]
You don't suppose he's actually gone, do you?
[This, asked as Wysteria picks up a fistful of crumbling sand and sifts it back into the bag through her fingers. It's been only a few days since Loxley's announcement over the crystal. Not nearly enough time to become reasonably concerned.
And yet.]