The player selected [Kalé seems to have something to say.]
Kalé brought up the subject himself: "My friend, have you met an Inquisitor Knight? He's very good at scouting, probably assigned to patrol duty. He's one of my people, and he used to come here often to catch up... but recently, he suddenly disappeared."
He lowered his head, his fingers tapping absently on the counter: "You travel around, so you must hear plenty of news. I wanted to ask whether he... was transferred, or... died in the line of duty?"
The player remained silent. No options appeared on the screen.
Silence was the only choice.
Kalé raised his head. His eyes dimmed for a moment, then he nodded: "Oh... thank you for the news."
Obtained [Smithing Stone [5]] ×3.
The player had a rough idea of what had happened.
The Inquisitor Knights in Limgrave were all Tracker's subordinates, and Tracker had once mentioned a subordinate from the Nomadic Tribe who was good at scouting with Violet Crows... and had met his end at the Church of Pilgrimage.
Barring any surprises, Kalé's kinsman had most likely contracted the frenzied flame and been executed... and the executioner had most likely been Tracker himself.
Wordlessly avoiding this sorrow, the player teleported to Sick Village.
This was a dilapidated settlement on the peninsula at Limgrave's southernmost tip.
Tracker and Master Azur should both have been here.
Tracker stood on a rise at the village entrance, looking down over the settlement below.
The player approached Tracker and spoke to him.
Tracker was a little speechless: "Why have I run into you again?"
"Aren't your tracking skills a bit too good? Should I give you my name? You're the real Tracker."
He waved a hand, his expression turning serious: "Ah, enough joking. What lies ahead isn't