Fendros held his fist to his chin and held his other arm across his chest. He tried to play out Colours' plan in his head. "I can see the hunters going to the black market to try and track down the Talos worshippers. There is a good chance that we'll lead them into a trap. However, Kaleeth is right. The justicars could respond to such a ruse. As well, we cannot monitor everyone that comes into contact with people we talk to so we might find out who they might be informing. We may have to try a different approach."

For a moment, Fendros stared quietly at the ground in front of himself, thinking. Sabine glanced to everyone's faces and cupped her palm in front of her. She said. "If we cannot trust our contacts, if there is no way to deal with justicars, and we do not know where the hunters are, then...who [i]can[/i] we trust to start?"

"There is only one party left," Fendros lowered his arms and looked across to the group. "The Talos worshippers themselves."

Sabine looked blankly.

"Think about it," Fendros said. "If we can make contact, they will know which smugglers to trust. They might even know which ones might have sold other worshippers out. From there, we may have an easier time finding a starting point from which our intentions are hidden."

"How do we make contact?" Sabine asked.

Fendros raised his brow. "That, I do not know. Colours? How would we be able to find them without making ourselves look like justicars or bounty hunters ourselves?"