Fendros had no problems with Kaleeth fetching her equipment. She would stick out like a gleaming metal sore thumb, but it would do well for her to discourage resistance by the shopkeeper.

Back at the inn, Fendros left Sabine in Colours' hands while he briefed the others on their roles. He mentioned that he would talk with Sabine afterwards, perhaps in the morning, to make sure that her approach would work.

Sitting hunched in her seat, Sabine took her mug in both hands and stared into the foam at the top of her ale. She didn't really feel like a drink, but looking at the fizzing bubbled helped her to focus somewhat. She began quietly. "I do not exactly know. Fendros suggested that I start with hints about our business rather than tell them directly why we are there. Should I start with the names you talked about?"