Fhenryl, distracted by thoughts of the suffering his brother may be going through, can't focus well enough to determine for sure what creatures may have left the tracks. The hoof prints are cloven, like those of a goat or a pig. The only bipedal cloven-hoofed creature he can think of is a satyr, but the likelihood of one being found in the midst of a city this size is nearly nonexistent. The thought is there in his head, but it doesn't seem like it's the right answer. It must have been something else that made those prints.
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Meanwhile, back in the Hall of Justice...
Gretchen suggests the use of the sitting room to talk to the children. It's familiar and comfortable, and it can become private enough if the doors are closed. Once that's settled, Jaqir heads around back and knocks on the door leading to the basement.
Inside the room, Jaqir hears Patch grumble, roll out of bed, and clump drowsily to the door. The door opens, revealing a half-orc wearing only some tan canvas breeches and an eye patch over his left eye. As the brightness of the morning hits him, he snarls and squints his one good eye severely.
"Who is it?" It takes him almost a full minute before he can open his eye far enough to be able to see who it is.
"Jaqir? Wow, this is a surprise." He rubs the back of his head with one hand, smiling with embarrassment as he realizes how he must look in nothing but his breeches.
"How have you been, my friend? What brings you back to visit?" He waits for a moment for Jaqir to respond, and then his face goes stone sober.
"It's the missing kids, isn't it?"