Stratos doesn't quite hide the affectionate snort at that. "I doubt he takes as much issue with it as he pretends. He spent long enough adventuring around Cyrodiil and Skyrim."

Jim's heard them talk about adventuring and adventurers often enough that it's become clear that's an accepted profession, or at least occupation of sorts. Even in a society as generally regulated and well-provided for as the Empire, there are uses for wandering outsiders, especially those with steady weapon hands and a dash of nerve. And plenty of young men and women who fancy the romantic life (and shiny coin) of a roving warrior without having to commit to a guild or mercenary company. It's pretty obvious where Felix fits into that.

Stratos turns to offer a hand when he hears Jim trip, but the captain's already springing up. Too determined not to seem like a liability. He can't help but smile. But then, Jim Kirk is one of the very few people the tribune isn't guarded around.

"Clairvoyance, yes. Distance itself isn't necessarily the issue, but the farther away your target the more intervening... features and magic that can foul the trail. I could use a small ritual to get a very precise fix... not unlike Isidor's method - but that's demanding and tends to leave out a great deal of context. A basic clairvoyance spell will give me a clear direction at the least. But I need height to ensure I get a true direction and not the start of a path through the woods."

He looks with some trepidation at the broken tower jutting out of the lower trees ahead. "...Which does mean some climbing, unfortunately."