"Lyok, huh? I heard one of their royals is in town. Part of why I'm here. Foreign royals need to be kept safe while we bicker amongst ourselves." Maria laid her head down on her cloak, longing to walk away and find her room but loathe to give up the only friendly company she'd found since arriving in Keilaudrin. Her other Company was supposed to have returned to the ship which had been carrying them, with the people aboard the list. If the lack of a signal was any indication, Princess Sophia was still outside of their custody and roaming free somewhere far out of her reach in Mullen. If she was hurt, it was on them. If anyone was hurt, it was on them. So far all she had was proof that Lexine Tristan existed and that a double of her had been prepared for some purpose and intercepted. Or, perhaps, sacrificed. That thought was aggravating, it meant that the suspicion she'd felt in the tower was correct, and that both parties had been manipulated. It meant no one was safe. Trinan chuckled to herself atop her cloak, she was worrying about a company of hardened soldiers safely offshore while she was chased by knights, thieves, and madmen in the depths of Mullen. Thinking of herself, she sat up slowly, miming Lily and turning around in her seat. The woman was a merchant, which meant one of her more pressing issues was close to solution. "Know anybody who sells clothes?" Among other things, she still had to worry about reprisal from the group no doubt hunting her. They seemed under the impression that the Scouts were in cooperation with the government, which would have been great if it were true, but it made her a target to them.