The pack was quick to rise and prepare to leave, even after the previous night's events. After all, they had paid for transport with a carriage, and it would not wait too long on them if they were late. The city streets were not nearly as crowded in early morning as they were at midday, but for the Imperial City, crowded was a relative term, as there were still quite a few people outside preparing for their day. As a side effect of their search for Sabine the day before, Meesei was knew enough about how to navigate the city that Fendros and Janius did not necessarily have to guide the way to the front gate. As planned the pack met Llarasa just before the front gate. Their carriage was directly across the bridge and would be leaving in just over half an hour, so they had some time to talk. 

Even after a night's rest, Ahnasha's mood could still hardly be described as "good." She was still angry, stressed, and had a nagging urge to give Monderyn a solid punch to his face, but knowing  that this could be the last time Fendros would see his sister, she tried to elevate her own mood. She gave a smile, even if it wasn't a particularly large one. "Yes, we really do come from all over. Well, if you consider a few Cyrodilic cities, Morrowind, and Black Marsh to be 'all over.' Anyway, we are all fine and unharmed. Monderyn is the only one who might have a few bruises. He did frighten Rhazii and threaten me, but I'm keeping his dagger, so I'll consider that a good enough repayment. It will sell for a decent amount."