The lines of the old legionnaire's face grow deeper by the moment. He moves closer to place his hands on Jim's shoulders, squeezing them firmly.

"Steady, lad. We'll find him, don't doubt it. You're right that we have to be sure he isn't there. But." A small, deliberate shake. "I won't send you there alone or unprepared. You already look like you've been standing watch three days straight. You've got your gear, now you need to go check your haunts and collect up any potions he's left stashed away. Even if you don't need them, he will. Then, if there's still no sign of him, you go get Stratos and bring him here. Do we have a plan?"