Destroying the bar had felt good. Not satisfying, but good. She wished she had done more than just ruin the bar, remembering... but this was not there and it was not only Kyra's edict that bound her. Not entirely. On the other hand, the conversation with the tailor had been neither satisfying nor good (except when she got to whack him with her staff, that was fun). The man did not quite make sense, but that could as easily be because he was human as because he was lying. Niall certainly wasn't sure. Now the girl had more questions than answers and only one person she was willing to put those questions to.
He had never been very good at finding her, but she could usually find him quite easily. Today was no exception, and the scarred girl managed to intercept him not far from the tavern, popping rather suddenly onto the road beside him. Sword had been exchanged for staff, smile for scowl, the latter of which was turned on the squire. She had questions, yes, but it would take her a few moments to find the words, asking things not being one of her strong suits.