* 66 * 1/13/13
Bishop was back in his room and pacing rapidly, trying to rack his brain for any ideas on how to find Lily. But still, he came up with nothing.
"I'm worried, too, you know; you're not alone," Elanee said as she approached him, trying to comfort him by putting her hands on his shoulders. Her face was stricken with its own worry.
He recoiled at her touch. "Don't touch me, woman! I'm trying to think, damn it!"
The druid blinked and backed off. "You know, we might be able to find her together. We're both at home in the forest."
"But she's not, and anything we predict that a normal person would do is useless with her." For the first time, he found himself hating Lily's unpredictability.
Just then, as he came upon the window, he caught the sight of the pouring rain outside. He hadn't heard it before because of the inn's thick walls. "For fuck's sake!" he shouted at the unfeeling stone walls.
Catching sight of the downpour was the last straw. Taking only a moment to think, and paying no mind to Elanee's presence, Bishop put on a robe that would act as a raincoat, then, making sure his quiver was filled with arrows, dashed outside to find the lost Lily.