Kaelara tilted her head slightly at Sonia's observation, the flicker of interest returning to her eyes. The demoness raised a valid point, one Kaelara had quietly noted but hadn't yet voiced. If the knight had been with Lady Miralys, then his absence in the Captain's account was curious—possibly concerning.

"I was thinking the same," Kaelara murmured in a low, measured tone. "If the Lady's belongings were found, then where's the knight? Either he vanished without a trace, or there's something they're not telling us." Her lips pressed into a thin line, irritation simmering beneath her stoic exterior. She didn't appreciate being left in the dark, especially not when lives were on the line.

Kaelara glanced at Sonia, her guarded expression softening just a fraction. "Precaution's a given on jobs like this. Trust is earned, not granted." She tapped her fingers against the handle of her flagon. "And right now, the Captain hasn't earned much of it."

Taking a long drink of the ale, Kaelara added thoughtfully, "If we don't get answers from Greystone, we might have to find them ourselves." Her gaze shifted briefly to the other adventurers gathered in the tavern. "And whether we like it or not, we might need to watch each other's backs out there." Her tone was practical, though the lone wolf in her chafed at the idea of relying on anyone.

She set down her flagon with a decisive thud.