"Well, that doesn't help anyone. You continue to chase them, you will always be chased in turn," he said and sipped the mug of hot chocolate before him. Rations were scarce, but the people of the village, it seems, had enough to scrounge at least that for him.
"Let me help you, Ninn. I can help you track this man down. If I can make one small difference... If what I see can be changed, I will..." He paused then, wondering if he even believed his own visions were real. He looked at his drink. "I want to help."