Elijah sighed. "A-any idea why they'd go to the moors? It seems dangerous. Is there perhaps a place near it they could go to for shelter?" He said, hoping he was loud enough.
The woman thought. "There's not really anything in the direction they were going in. But I didn't stay and watch. They could have turned right and gone to Egton or Beck Hole... but there isn't really anything in the direction they were going in. An occasional farmstead."
"What?"
"WHERE THEY WENT!"
"Into the village, I told you."
"WE GOT THAT FAR!"
Elijah nodded and took a deep breath. "Alright. I'll look around. Thank you very much. I am grateful for your help." He nodded to them. "You both have a pleasant evening." He turned to face the rain and fog again.
"Don't go out there at night!" The woman warned. "You won't see where you're going. And you might walk straight into a bog. Or get lost and freeze to death. Wait til the morning. And let's hope the fog is gone too by then."
Elijah shook his head. "I've been looking for them all day. I can't stop until I find them. I'll take the risk, thank you." He said softly. "I have to believe they didn't go to the moors. Thank you though."
"Then don't believe it! You won't be any good to them by night. You can't see two feet ahead out there on a night like this, and the moors stretch on endlessly in every direction. You'll never find them by night." There was a flash of lightening.
Elijah jumped at the lightning and shook his head. "I don't know this town. So I can't find a place to get a room. I might as well look. I really thank you for your help.'
