Venturing through the city was a bit less tense than the time they were tracking the Orc. The group still turned heads, but the majority seemed to be from giggling young women that Janius winked and smiled at. It got to the point where it started to get annoying, but it struck Fendros that perhaps 'a strapping Imperial and his touring entourage' was a much more likely story than 'an out of place group of a variety of races'. Whether it was the main objective or whether Janius just liked the attention was not apparent.

While she could sense a little impatience in the rest of the pack, Ariel was understanding and patient with the other merchants as they sold off a few of their silver weapons. At first, she was caught off guard at the question of silver content in the blades, but after honestly sharing that she didn't know exactly, she was able to quickly cover herself by bluffing that the weapons were bartered in exchange for potions by some customers who didn't have any coin. Some merchants that were more familiar with Ariel asked about her knapsack and the group following her, and she replied saying that she was going on a trip to the mainland with a few old friends from out of town. As the morning progressed, the cover story became more and more comfortable and believable. There were a couple of merchants that they came across who were genuine friends of Ariel, and while Ariel didn't disclose the nature of the pack or the coven, she did mention that she was leaving Vvardenfell for personal reasons. In those cases, more sincere farewells were exchanged. By the time they had visited just about every merchant in the city that Ariel could think of that would buy the silver, Ariel and the pack carried more septims than she ever could have expected to leave with if she didn't have the pack's help.

By the late afternoon, they had found a boat to take them to the mainland. After they deposited luggage, now a bit lighter thanks to their dealings, the pack settled in for the short voyage across the straight. To pass the time, Janius found a place to sit down and read a book that he had borrowed off one of the sailors. Sabine was difficult to spot, but could be seen comfortably holding on to one of the rope ladders that lead up to the mast with a better view, looking over the island in her own way. Ariel decided to join Meesei and Ahnasha, if only to say farewell to the city she had called home for nearly two years. Fendros walked up and joined them as well. It had not been a lengthy stay on Vvardenfell, but not one that he would have traded away. They had all forged memories in this place now.

"This will be the first time I've been on the mainland since taking Sabine there. It might be the last time I see Vvardenfell as well." Ariel said. She sighed longingly. "I hope Thorn will be welcoming."