['Legman' gets a snort from Siffleur. Certainly not the worst nickname he's earned. He starts limping along, sniffing everything he passes.]

None taken. They pick up more scents than my nose, though I smell better. I tried some of that down there - her scent goes back and forth, but nowhere beyond.

[And as he noses along the back of the ship, he finds nothing here either. The complete absence of scent bothers him, but no longer surprises Siffleur. This isn't a real ship, and unlike the one they were on, there has been no one passing by to leave any trace of themselves.

It quickly becomes clear that there is nothing here and no one to find. The doors aren't even real doors, and pawing at them does nothing. He slowly trots around, glancing over at the fight still going on. All of this could be ended so quickly by him...]

I understand not wanting to kill a child. But this puts us in a much worse position.

[He tenses up, coiling his muscles, getting ready to sprint by the fight in the other direction.] Are you all holding tight?