Sofia had given her much to mull over. The merchant hadn't arrived in Myras at all huh...? From what that man named Jaren had told her, he was in no way related to the disappearances. Sofia believed him, and Alisa believed her in turn. But if he wasn't involved in any way, then who did it? That singular question weighed heavily on her mind... The only way to find the answer, was to find some travellers who had actually made the trip. And among them, some who had lived to tell a tale that nearly broke them:
"...Interesting... So this merchant who hasn't been the same since he arrived... Whatever happened to him along the way must be related to these disappearances.", mused the sculptress, her eyes firmly locked onto those few sheets of paper with information on the traumatized merchant, glancing towards the stairwell leading up the hotel, wondering when Daiko might show up, "I can't help but wonder what he'll find when he has a look around."
She'd asked Sofia to have Daiko come over to the lounge to meet her, so she could tell him all about their mission, and his part in it. While the sculptress kept piecing together each and every last piece, she'd need somebody else to follow up on this lead. She couldn't send Sofia twice, not when they still didn't know who they were facing. In the odd chance the mysterious enemy had somehow caught wind on someone asking questions about a missing traveller, well... That would have left them on the lookout for her in turn, and next time she made a move, they'd be waiting. Daiko on the other hand, had yet to involve himself, so he could enjoy some relative freedom to move around unimpeded as he investigated.