"Don't know. Dead, or run off. Like the others."
"Hmm, shame," said Elsa. The man could have been a useful asset in future conflicts, if the Jackal was indeed still active.
"Did you bring guards? Reinforcements?"
"One bodyguard and my apprentice," Elsa answered. "Plus some local muscle who'll likely prefer to find their own roofs to sleep under."
Things were going more smoothly than she had feared.
"How are things here?"
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I figure Sorin and Skender wouldn't want to stay under the same roof as the Tileans for fear of being branded as collaborators, but Elsa will still ask them.
"Why does a lowlander want to know?"
Elsa sat by the remains of the fire and poked at the charred bones with her staff. "There are some who say the Jackal is destroyed. Sanne Raven's-Cry says that's horsesh!t. I'm here to learn what the hill people know about the Jackal that outsiders don't."