Sabine fluttered onto the wood of the floor in the centre of Meesei's room as soon as she opened the door. She had to hop to avoid the others shuffling in behind her, but soon stood still and pointing her beak down.

Janius chimed in, crossing his arms. "It still stands that they wouldn't start anything violent in the city. All they can do is watch." He peered down at Sabine. "Call me naive, but if they keep watching, we might be able to approach and talk to them. If they are splitting up to keep an eye out like that Gerig and the Breton woman, it's not as if they'll have everyone pressuring them. They'd probably just walk off, though."

Some purple sparks arced from Sabine's feathers to the floor at regular intervals.

"I wouldn't count on it being that simple," Fendros said. "Meesei, we might have to spend our nights magicked away, maybe back home, and come back into our inn rooms in the morning."

"Do you think they'll try to sneak in and take us by surprise?" Janius asked.

Fendros nodded. "It's possible. Unless we have a good way to alert us of their intrusion, we had best not be there in the first place."

The purple arcs intensified and brightened around Sabine's raven form. With a bright glow, the bird swelled and elongated into Sabine's previous shape, clothes and all, squatting on the floor. She was breathing heavily.

"Are you alright, Sabine?" Fendros asked.

Sabine jerked her head across to look at Fendros. She was pale and wide-eyed. "Uhm, yes," she answered, slowly standing up. "It makes my skin crawl. That is all."

"How...long have you been able to do that?"

"I only made it consistent a few months ago," she stepped out from the centre of the group and took a seat on the bed to catch her breath. Her head slumped down. "It is a spell that requires...strange thoughts. I do not like using it."