"Vermin!" Onessa swore as flame leapt from her hand and engulfed a nearby Kobold. The fire consumed the creature's scream of pain, and it was dead before it's knees touched the ground.
"This is pathetic. These creatures are worse than rats! I wish they would show themselves so I could kill them all at once!"
"Indeed" Cassus kicked a waist high Kobold out of his way. He had refused to draw his sword against such unworthy opponents, and so far he had yet to need to. "This is useless, she's not hiding here."
"Do you think Jorik was lying?"
"That simpleton? No. I offered him more silver than helll see in half a year in that abbey. No, he hasn't heard anything. We need new sources of information."
"Who do you have in mind?"
"We should seek out these brigands, the Difas Brotherhood. They'll know if she's been this way or not."
"Good" Odessa gestured to her demon hounds. Two of them stopped ripping the limbs from a dead Kobold and bounded to her. "Was was the name of the man who leads these bandits?"
"Padfoot. Garrik Padfoot."