Time to Plan

(3:30 PM, 1 day post trial... I think)

As soon as Nym left around the corner, presumably to hide, Beranhond dashed up the ladders, past the training crew and to Tigrisclawu's favorite spot.

It took a half an hour to get there, but soon enough he found the alley where Tigrisclawu had put together his posse of cats. He looked around, and relieved when no one was watching, walked down the alley. A host of cats stepped out behind boxes, discarded waste, barrels, and puddles of unknown ooze.
"It is him!" he heard one whisper. Inwardly, Beranhond sighed at being recognized even by the cats.
As he walked down the alley, their calls became louder, "Call Tigris!" Echoed down the colony of cats, until finally Tigrisclawu pushed out a cake box and sat down.
"Cake? You know that isn't good for you."
"Sure, but it is delicious!" Tigrisclawu bent down and begin snacking again.
"We have a problem." Beranhond said and quickly recounted the vision he had. "I think that figure was Nym."
"I agree... she was not herself earlier, she was, frightening."
"Yes." Beranhond said pausing. "Sorcereress's can be volatile, and I suspect that Nym has experienced some turmoil that has made her even more upset."
Tigrisclawu leaned up, his nose covered in frosting. "Agreed."
"You look ridiculous." Beranhond said laughing. "I don't want to spread too much fear, considering I am just working with postulations right now, and it is true that I was unfairly snappy, concerned, and generally a little demeaning."
"But, you were concerned because you saw her demolishing a village!"
"Yes." He paused. "Well, we shall just wait and watch now."
"So, is your girlfriend coming to visit us?"
"She isn't my girlfriend."
"Have the town saw you smooching at the party."
Beranhond ignored him - he hadn't seen her since the party and wasn't quite sure if he was ready to.
"So, what are you going to do?" Tigrisclawu said, bringing him back to the conversation at hand.
"Nothing yet, just keep an eye out for now. I don't even know where we are heading after all."
"I am sure that will come in time... I bet you want to go back to waterdeep."
"Well, that is where the action is. Anyway, I think it is time to return to the ship. Shall I see you there later?"
"Of course, we are going to go hunting tonight, but I will be back late."
"Take care."

Beranhond returned to the ship, talked briefly with Darvin, and returned to his cabin/office. Darvin seemed quite pleased with his training and Beranhond was quite glad at that. He sat down and pulled out his notebook and turned towards his notes on Waterdeep. He had been particular concerned about the lack of communication with the Druids at Goldenfields, and the rise of the undead. The ship should be able to sail up there, and possibly find out what the Druids knew about the situation.