Marcella

Marcella listened quietly, her large, warm brown eyes moving between Arl and Hound.

"I agree in spirit," she said to Arls suggestion. Isolating the prey off from the protection of their herd would work well.

"But I agree with Hound. Drimmle seemed genuinely terrified when we showed him the rosary of the Inquisition. He might have willingly betrayed us. But he might have had his hand forced also, and might still prove useful."