"Twinli?" She asked, realized she had mispoke and flinched in on herself, as if she could hide. She smiled uneasy, eyes peering over Lorinna to Kremly and Hector. She nod, hesitant. "I, I am sure he will, he is kind, and... well, yes" she nod. "He will, I know he will, he always comes when I've called,"
Hector blinked as he felt the pull of fire vanish ahead of them. Looked back to Lori, and Marannie, as Kremly went on about how his preffered hook when fishing was a smooth hook, as he felt the barbed hooks didn't really-
"I can't follow them anymore," Hector anounced. Cast a worried look to Lorinna. Kremly piped down, looked between the two young squires. "Its as if, they've been..." Hector's brow furrowed. "Swallowed up," though he suppose it made sense, given the conversation.
Kremly stared at the darkness ahead of them. "Don't like the sound of that,"
Marannie nod, and whispered. "The veil," to Lorinna.
Their craft cut through the water all the same. Hector did his best to keep them on course. Fog soon stewed about the surface of the swamp. Thick as soup. The little fire light Hector kept ahead of them, fizzled and hissed against the wetter air of the darkening night, and Kremly looked half slouched at his oar.
"Feels like we've been rowing for hours," the elf said idly. "Hard to make sense of... anything in all this,"
Marannie yawned, and Plinkett yawned with her. "We're in the maze," she said idly. Smiled with sleepy eyes. Plinkett curled in upon himself, there on her lap. "Follow the branches, Syr Hector," she assured. "Longest branch points to the truth, the shortest branch points to..." she rubbed at her eyes. "I don't remember."
Hector nod, and looked up. Yawned. And saw a long branch point them eastward. A short branch point them northward. He looked to Kremly who had nodded off, hugging his oar to his chest. Hector shook his head, and steered the craft toward the east.