Missing Caravan

[Selina Parcellus]

Selina's face curls in disgust as he licks her hand and she releases his chin, but only so she can backhand him. Hard. With a chainmail covered hand. Giving him no more of her attention, she turns to Gilley and nods at his ideas. Fire would flush the monstrosities out at the possible cost of hanging captives. Selina had no real interest in taking that chance. Now that they were likely to be the victims of an ambush thanks to Mardak's stupidity, Gilley's second idea of looking for tracks sounds more fruitful.