Met up with the wolves? Are you serious, Nesso... [Elza clucks his tongue uncertainly, folding both of his arms over his chest. That name is unfamiliar, too, and has him cocking his head.] And this Julian...?

[But then he'll shake his head helplessly. He hasn't seen Fiona, either.]

Aa, your father-- the lord duke, he's safe. So are the little ones; those two hunts. They're all out of Weblin and were waiting for you.