IC: Heather sat with her back to the wall, listening to her companion commiserate over their failure to find Miss Ottilie. Since joining forces with the small knight, Heather had been quite content- whenever they encountered other travellers- to let him do the talking. Even her habitual muttering to herself had lessened now that she was in company again, although she still occasionally indulged in a whispering murmur. Thinking about their mission, Heather decided that, contrary to her initial belief, it wasn't like trying to find a needle in a haystack. There were presently plenty of needles to find, probably more than the Complex had had walking its corridors in decades. The problem was finding the right needle. Were it up to her, Heather would probably have headed as quickly as she could to the centre of the Complex & waited there for the elusive Ottilie, whilst keeping away any other adventurers who would inevitabley find their way to the heart of the Complex. But that wasn't the mission. Sir Meyniel's mission- to which she had volunteered her aid- was to find Ottilie and then help her head to the centre of the Complex to find the fabled Treasure, not find the Treasure and then Ottilie. Of course, Heather and Sir Meyniel had very different motivations for sharing a common goal. For the knight it was a matter of honour. For Heather it was a matter of being able to turn an opportunity to her advantage, even if she had to wait another twenty years or so before enjoying all the benefits of her actions just now. But she would wait if she had to.
As Sir Meyniel once again gazed upon the picture of their elusive quarry, Heather gave the matter some thought. How would they be able to find one person in a place as large- and dangerous- as the Eulerian Complex? If only she knew whether or not Miss Ottilie was carrying some item of unusual technology, she could then probably- from the odds and ends she had on her person- put together something that might be able to home in on such a thing. If she knew the girl's scent, she could probably track her that way. But then, if Sir Meyniel had known Miss Ottilie's scent, he would probably have found her long before now. If they were limited- as they seemed to be- to searching every corner of the Complex in the hope of finding her, then they could easily search for months, or even years without a trace of her. There was one other possibility. If the...something...she sensed was in fact the presence of Jerin Jestwood, they could make for that. After all, if he was here, if he was searching for the Treasure, then it was possible that his path and Ottilie's might converge. But there were too many ifs in that, and look at how many people they had already met who hadn't seen her. Why should Jerin Jestwood- if it was him- have seen anything the others hadn't? Besides, that would mean making her possible link to Jerin known, and Heather didn't want to do that just now. Maybe not ever. She watched as Sir Meyniel gathered up the images of Ottilie and Jerin Jestwood again. She would consider the options she'd been brooding over only if they became necessary. For now though, she was happy to continue searching with their present methods.




