We'll work as fast as we can, she had told the spirit. And even though it was back where it belonged, the promise remained. Combined with the Oath, it made for a powerful motivation to find Master in River (or bastard 'half-breeds', if it came to that).
That was one of the reasons Gwen had sent a message to the Sworn to gather up for another run along the coast. She'd chosen as a meeting point the very spot where they met the fisherman-thing. It seemed like the logical place to go from. She paced, stopping occasionally to look over the river, or down into the water, one of her eyes occasionally shifting to the inkiest black.