If a mabari can look smug, Garahel manages it. He bumps up against Saoirse gently, as a sign of affection, then turns to his mistress. Inessa nods, sympathy in her eyes for what must have been a difficult journey.

"Of course. If you need any potions to tide them over until we reach them, I have a few available. Garahel, shall we lead them?" In response, the mabari heads in the direction of a well-worn path up to the fortress, then turns around and barks. Come on!