"Of course, it's the best course of action for us, "And grass whistle...? What do you.." Nymira let it go when Zander and Geoffrey left ahead of them, shrugging off the comment and looking at the others still left. "It appears Amuné should be in this area, so finding each other shouldn't be terribly hard. Try avoiding going in on your own, we don't know the strength of our enemy yet." Or if there were Magi with them. Prior to her journey she had been in the understanding that Magi were rare among people even in the more populous areas but somehow she'd managed to come across near every one it seemed.
Splitting up to search seemed like a fine idea, more eyes in more places meant finding Amuné faster. Having Cecil along for his group would be nice too, the guard wouldn't know what Amuné looked like even if he did see her. "You got it, no fighting until everyone's there," Ethan agreed with a nod, casting a glance in the direction of Zander and Geoffrey. They were already off but he figured they'd know as much, a bow and a staff probably weren't suited for taking on a bunch of armed slavers. Slapping Cecil on the back he grinned and gave him a thumbs up, ready to get started in earnest. "How about it then, let's go find her!"
"Don't do anything stupid, we don't need a second or third person to rescue," Nymira reiterated with a glare in Ethan's direction. Satisfied everyone knew what to do she sighed before motioning for Asta to follow her lead, leaving the rest to their own devices. Was it bad she could picture this going terribly wrong? She'd like to trust the ability of the others and their judgment, though Ethan's making friends with everything and Cecil's lack of knowledge on most matters troubled her. That wasn't even including Geoffrey and Zander, both who were largely unknowns still. And then there was Asta, a woman she had quite literally just met.
"I still do not understand why you're helping us," Nymira said bluntly while keeping her gaze forward, scanning nearby buildings for movement, "I understand Amuné is one of your people but you've no connection to her. I may have lied earlier when I said I'd do the same for one of my kind, why should I risk myself for a complete stranger? Just because we're of the same race?" Ethan had the same inclination to try and help wherever they could, it would be a damned miracle if no one died because of these jobs of his. It wasn't even like they were beneficial either as Nymira was still trying to meet with her first dignitary: the mayor would have counted if he hadn't come down with a sudden case of death. "If you're wondering why I wanted to keep you with me is because frankly I do not trust you, and I do not trust you with any of them."
Having an area to search instead of wandering was nice, it saved them the headache of trying to figure it out themselves. That being said it did little to alleviate Ethan's main problem: he still didn't know the area at all, hardly helping his lack of directional skills. Thankfully the guard had been sent along with his party just for that, and in retrospect now he understood why Nymira had grouped them up. Hardly a minute into their effort and he'd already been turned around once while almost leaving the area, acknowledging the favor with a bashful grin.
"She's got to be around here somewhere, it's killing me not knowing where though," Ethan said as he stopped at another building, wiping away grime and peering in through the windows. A rundown home with cobwebs over much of the furniture, no one was in there either. Stepping away from the glass he wiped off some smudge from his nose and looked to Cecil for some help. "Any ideas? I mean if there's more than one person then they'd have to have a big building, right? You can't cram a lot of people into a tiny house like this," Ethan mused, rubbing his head as he glanced back at the home again, "So... Maybe we should just look for big places?"
The guard glanced down at Wyth pacing nervously at their feet, assuming that this animal bust belong to the girl they were looking for. "Can he help us find the girl?" he asked, kneeling down and holding out a hand for Wyth to sniff, "I know moorcats don't usually track people but if he's the girl's pet then he'd recognize her scent, right? If we had some hounds this would be much easier..."
What were those bastards chattering about now? They were told to sit in the cell and be quiet so why were they talking? Grumbling incoherently a ragged looking man got out of his seat and took another hearty drink of his ale, belching as he approached the cell door. "Oi, shut yer traps in there, I can't relax with you lot yapping away," he shouted, banging his mug against the bars and spilling the liquor into the cell, "And quit your whining girl, you won't be in here forever. Nah, come morning we're grabbing ya'll and heading out of this town, gonna be selling you off to the highest bidder by this time tomorrow. So don't get too comfy, you'll be leaving soon!" Chortling with laughter he turned and went back to his seat, but not before leaning down to grab up a slip of paper that had come off the desk. If they looked close enough one of the Ydrans may notice a ring of keys on his back belt loop, shining dimly in the light of the lanterns before he sat back down. "Maybe if you're good I'll even get ya some water! Wouldn't that be a treat?"