Naomi nods tensely, recalling her earlier excursion into the town. It would probably be better for Colin to go, since her appearance was regrettably distinctive and her magical abilities were surely now known after the encounter in the woods and the inn, but if need be she would not shy from the duty.
Pace crawls into her lap and stretches with satisfaction. A single blue and grey down feather is caught in his whiskers and he smugly pushes his head into her empty hands, demanding attention and praise. Naomi pats him absently as she considers their options.
"We need some kind of safe place to stay--as safe as it can be--if we are going to undertake a series of investigations that may take days. This village is too far from Willowmere and we are not welcome beyond today anyway. Perhaps we could set up a semi-permanent camp in the pine forest, near the, uh, where the spider folks... lived? They struck me as territorial in nature, I doubt they shared their hunting ground with others of their kind willingly, and the townsfolk must surely know of and avoid a danger so close to their homes. If we could borrow some tent materials and a few hammocks from the elves we might set up a fairly safe base of operations, at least until we find somewhere better."
Pace complains with a low mrowl and butts her hand with his head, impatient with the lackluster enthusiasm of his petting and breaking her train of thought. She smiles faintly and gathers her familiar against her chest and shoulder, scratching him until he purrs.
"But I agree that solving the problem of the hound is more pressing than the Baron. Of the two, the hound is a greater immediate danger, and probably the easier one to solve while we gather more information on the latter."