Kitt frowned "Strange? Not really, she was captured, a prisoner... My father said it himself. He said we would find her, that every day we traveled took us closer to finding her." He pulled out the map in question, along with the mangled Szarda crest. On top of the items he dropped the necklace that still hung around his neck, the crest of the Esha clan resplendent and shining. He stared at them with a deep longing, as if willing it so deeply that his heart ached could bring her back. His gaze paused over the crest, the blood-tarnished steel still rusted red.
He stopped, breath caught in his throat. Suddenly he had understood the implication of White's last comment "What do you mean, stopped travelling... entirely?"
A dark edge had slid its way into his voice, eyes staring into White's "That she's dead? That all this time my father lied to me, that everything I fought for has been in vain?" He drew a hand around his mother's lost items, claws scratching the bar surface. He whispered under his breath, voice low and hoarse "You don't know that..." and then again, louder and with a seething anger "You don't know that!"
A silence dropped over the Inn, barkeeper looking hurriedly around, obviously expecting another chair to be flung his way. Kitt had stood, sword drawn, shining steel point inches from White. He held the blade there for a moment, breathing heavy and ragged "Its not true... Your a liar, she's still alive. How dare you lie about that!" And just as quickly as he drew the sword, Kitt turned and pushed his way towards the door of the Inn.
As it slammed shut behind him Kitt look up at the overcast sky, a few light drops of rain already pattering down around him. He clenched his fist around the necklace, hand trembling, and then pulled up the hood of his cloak as he walked away from the tavern...