“He was wearing leather armour, lined with grey fur. His shield had no device. His weapons and armour looked well-used, like those of a veteran. His lined face and grey hair suggest he is aging but he carries himself well, like a healthy man. I asked Wat to try and eavesdrop, he said the man is a Scot and was asking about a bastard child of a noble. The Sheriff told him to ask around Wilton. I think you should ask Wat if he remembers more.”
Acerbus thinks for a moment, and then attempts to spontaneously cast a Creo Imaginem spell of a static visual illusion of the man as Acerbus saw him.
“As for searching for our lost colleague, I think that regio on the Roman road is too dangerous to explore - I went for maybe a diameter or two, and when I left the sun was low in the sky. Those soldiers have been trapped for the best part of a millenium. If she went there, it may be a very long time before she reappears. I had best take Wat and Harold into the woods to see the fae, and very politely make enquiries before heading straight back. It is best if I don’t take the road north for a few days, not if those Romans might be out that way.”