Gillian sighed, ignoring Tyaethe's jab as she began to weave her tale of the heroic deeds of the long dead saint. While he seemed utterly bored by the display, Nori was somewhat enraptured by the tale, nausea momentarily forgotten. 
“Our undead friend just happens to be a little girl in a suit of armor. Don't worry about it too much. We've yet to figure out how she moves her bulk....and the armor as well.” He says, answering the shark while Indrau made his suggestion. 

“I agree with the Lion. Though with that said I think it would also be prudent to find any maps of the area on hand at the fort.” He bites a thumb, thinking about the events that could have taken place in the fort prior to their (or the mercenaries) arrival. “We shouldn't yet assume that we are chasing an Angroron. Like I said before, there are any number of items which could fit the vague description given. However, given the note Tiral found, we might be able to assume moving this object isn't a simple matter. If it were just a shard of metal, that could be easily moved by one man on horse back. If thats the case, we're not likely to find him. Too many options for him to escape and reconvene with his allies” He says, ruminating over the facts. 

“However, given the note Tiral found we can assume there is some chain of command behind this, one that thinks prep time for moving our target is necessary. Weather that means needing an hour to prepare a cart for transport or two days to prepare some form of magical containment I cant say. Either way, they're more likely to be limited to the mainroads if thats the case. I also suggest we have any priestess' we've got on hand to prepare a divine vessel for containment if it truely is a shard. Though hopefully that wont be the case.”