"He's probably around here somewhere," Euphie replied, waving a hand vaguely. The last she had seen of him, he and Jaime had probably thought up of multiple ways to drive poor Merton Seurle crazy, as evidenced by the way her bedridden father had yelled from his room -- instinctively knowing young boys would immediately make for the forge, dangerous as it was. "I don't really care what they're doing as long as they don't burn the place down, but, well." Here she grinned.
"That being said," she continued, and she began to fill up a cup with water from a pitcher, cool and refreshing; once filled, she offered it to her guest, "I don't really know where to even begin. Some of the neighbors have begun a sort of unofficial search group for people missing, thankfully, there's not a lot, but it's hard without hounds and shi--things to assist."