Corvin ponders the events of his Northern sojourn so far, concluding there is much to discover but he knows far too little yet to meaningfully report.

He looks dubiously at his unfinished ale and finds it suddenly unpalatable as it occurs to him that perhaps the strange malady inflicting the locals might be something in their food or drink. What, if any, was the connection to the giant hole Serpent Tongue and his men seemed to have uncovered?
Concluding that he will find no more answers that night he resolves to focus on more immediate matters and mutters to Father Bretwald
“Goodly Father, what can you tell us about the travails we might face on the morrow?”

"This sounds like it could get complicated..." Lucky mused. He had a sudden thirst, so he gently tapped Corvin on the shoulder. "You gonna finish that drink?"

Corvin looks disdainfully at Lucky and pushes the tankard of ale towards Lucky.

"I find my thirst and appetite somewhat diminished."

Turning to Sten and his father he says "We are about to engage upon a most perilous endeavour by the sound of it. Where in this fine village might one acquire a gambeson and perhaps a shield? Mayhap the good folk of Saxton's watch will provide a shield and armour in fair recompense for the great service we have done the village in ridding it of that scoundrel Serpent Tongue and his lackeys?" Corvin finishes pointedly.