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	“Yeah,” Rebecca said to the hooded assassin. “We’re quite the crew alright…” Well, if they had managed to avoid attracting too much attention to handle at Falke, they probably wouldn’t have too much on their hands around here. Probably. She nodded at the mention of the inn. She put a hand to her chin as she thought. Clearly this man was either some sort of assassin or had something to do with one, but considering that she was here on something close to espionage, so she didn't feel she had much room to judge. Besides, one of her grandmother's best friends apparently used to do something similar, so Rebecca decided that she could just pretend to make friends and watch her back at the very least.

	“So discounting that oddly specific red flag about the poison,” Rebecca said nervously. “Do you want to maybe split the charge for a room or something, Chambala? We could spend the night discussing why Orion’s model for magical stability is way too rigid to properly account for sound-based diffusion! If you’re still up for that academic stuff, that is…” [i]probably not[/i] Rebecca thought as she looked at her friend. Well, there was always music, or at least talking about it. Or alternatively, talk about all the other weirdoes they were travelling with.