Again, the Orc chuckled. "Well, if we do hit trouble, careful where you swing that oversized knife. Don't much want to get sliced in the back by a frightened lizard."

Fortunately, the four of them proceeded through the slums without incident. Anywhere closer to the docks would be ill-suited for an ambush, so if they were going to be attacked, it would be somewhere outside the city. They had a small boat tied to one of the docks that was ready and waiting for them to take. It had a net in it, to keep up the illusion of being fishermen, and was just barely spacious enough for the four of them to fit without having any danger of accidentally flipping the boat. 

The trip down the river would be the hardest for Fendros and the others to follow, as they would not leave any tracks to follow, but Fendros would still need to stay out of sight. He would have to rely on finding their boat once they stopped on the shore in order to pick up their trail again. Luckily, they had stayed to their planned path so far, so the members of Malithus' pack waiting outside the city would still likely be able to follow with no issue, if something delayed Fendros. 

True to the plan, the smugglers stopped the boat a fairly short distance downriver, then they set out to the northwest. Their destination was not terribly far, being only about a half hour walk. They would be meeting with a larger group in a clearing at the base of a rocky hill, who would supposedly take them both and get them to Daggerfall. However, it seemed more likely to be the place where they would be ambushed. If Kaleeth had to guess, she would say that their new escorts were actually the very hunters they were seeking. 

As the group closed in on the clearing, Kaleeth kept close to Sabine. Just ahead, in the clearing, there was a wagon, along with about ten people: far more than would be needed to escort a simple pair of Talos worshipers. In fact, such numbers would only work against the goal of discretion.