"Yes, a disguise," Stephanie replied to the old man, "hmmm... well, you're right enough. For now we should concentrate on keeping a low profile and settling in as we can. From there we can- blood? Oh, not the mahogany!"

Stephanie leaped into the back again and grabbed a cloth, rubbing the stains vigorously.

As Stephanie was cleaning and brainstorming a plan to get them all out of town safely, and one was beginning to come together in the mind of the genius merchant girl with the face that made men swoon and women... also swoon, she did not notice the Dullahan riding directly up to the gate. What she did notice, however, was Vert's voice booming all around. Stephanie bolted upwards, startled, and her face went pale. Not at the horrible visage of the unseelie beckoning men to death, but at just how completely screwed they were.

She was in shock until they reached the clearing, and Vert began talking again.

"P-p-plan!?" she blurted out, shaking both in fear and anger, which actually ended up making Stephanie look more like a nervous puppy than anything threatening, "I was coming up with a plan! One that doesn't involve a manhunt! B-b-but you- and then- with the theatrics and- oh, crap, we are [i]so[/i] screwed."

Stephanie rubbed her forehead intensely with her fingers.

"We had an advantage. No one knew what most of us looked like. But with that scene at the gate, they almost assuredly have horses and hounds on the tail of a group whose looks are [i]quite[/i] distinctive. A plan. God, we need a plan. O-OK, so, we can't go back [i]there[/i] for [i]at least[/i] a month. Thus, we must go somewhere else. They probably wouldn't expect us to go into the woods because a cart can't maneuver for crap in here, so the only thing is for us to cut through. We should keep moving. There's a town to the north, so... [i]maybe[/i] we can rest there for a day? At most? If we aren't captured or killed?"