Although there were no more risks taken by the packs leading up to the Imperial City, a night of rest and the exercise of the next day brought them back into higher spirits. Whatever Gallus had said to Tzirret on the night of the ambush, it seemed to get him out of his withdrawn state, but he was still nervous as ever.

When they arrived, the relative safety from bandits in the Imperial City was quickly replaced in sentiment by its maze-like streets and stifling crowds, but they would not be there for long. Anyone who hadn't been there before took the time to take in the sheer scale of the place.

The accommodation on the ship was better than expected, despite the lack of space. Fendros immediately spoke after Ahnasha, "Yep, that is my vote as well."

"Well I've had a sore back for the last few days," Gallus said sarcastically, rubbing a clearly faked pain in his lower back, "Surely I deserve one of these doubles to myself."

Uthri wasn't impressed. "Pft, you've a snowflake's chance in the Deadlands of convincing us, Gallus. Why don't we draw straws?"

Most in the packs seemed to make non-committal shrugs and sounded mild agreement.