And All Things Will End

A thoughtful expression works it's way onto her face.

"I'm not sure. To be honest, I haven't thought much about it. Maybe everyone will be fine, and the shipments were waylaid by some bandits." She shudders. "Maybe everyone will be dead, slaughtered by some ruffians from the Lower mountains."

Suddenly she is smiling again.

"I'm sure it'll be fine."

You shrug noncommittally.