Terentius nods, a little relieved just that Jim's taking the advice. The man's no fool but the kind of things playing through his mind right now- well, they'd be enough to cloud anyone's judgment.

"I'll gather up any other supplies that will help. Torches, for a start." He pats Jim's shoulder before he pulls away. "We know where to pick up the trail this time. We won't lose him again."

Wishful thinking, maybe- Terentius knows well there's a thousand bad places a conjurer like Felix could have disappeared off to. But they can't afford to let that thought take over. Rielle, at least, is a horror they can name and deal with.