Ian nodded when the stage driver gave him a name, he's been in this business enough to know when someone's not being completely straight with him but he wasn't about to press for a real name right now. He was prepared to settle for the short journey when the fisher merc came up wanting to take a seat in front as well, which got him shunted. He only chuckled "Well I suppose he could take the seat if you insist, though in the interest of not dying at the city's walls I'm going to need to stay up here somewhere, thankfully, I do not mind walking" with that he hopped down and walked alongside the cart and guided them through a route to the western merchant entrance of the city.

Ian flashed a small silver coin at one of the guards before pocketing in again, The guard gave a slight nod before waving them through, getting them around the currently heightened security. It wasn't long from there to the safehouse, once there he and a man named Darius, the "steward" of the house, opened the gate for the cart and quickly shut it when they got in. Darius then went to help hide the cart from prying eyes while Ian headed into the house to find Tahra. When he did find her he hesitated for a moment, seeing the state of her, he considered leaving her alone for the moment but decided to just talked to her now and she could have the night to herself if she wanted. He walked in to the room she was in and kneeled next to her "we should be safe here for a night or two at least but we should probably get a plan and head out in the morning...and hey, I already broke you out of that dungeon so it would be a shame to leave you now, so for what it's worth...I'm with you" He put a hand on her shoulder for a moment before standing back up "I'll let you grieve in peace, see you in the morning"