As the group began to leave the tavern, Jill felt a twinge of dread come over her suddenly, as if some premonition were telling her to change her intended path. She spun around to look behind her, but nothing appeared out of the ordinary. With the prevalence of manta ray cloaks in the vicinity (those being one of the more useful means of underwater assimilation, it was hard to pick any one individual out as being particularly shady. In any case, Jill swam aside Dyn and Cynthia, murmuring quietly to the former as the latter obliviously guided them through the tunnels. "I feel... wrong. Like someone is watching us. Or like we're making a bad choice. I don't know; it's hard to explain."

The wizard was the best person she could choose to share her fears with, as he had plenty of paranoia to spare and the magical expertise to know when some mage might be trying to ruin their day. As it was, Jill was already reaching for the magical lute she carried. Even if it were early in the day, the ability to leave town unmolested may be worth the magical energy of a dozen spells.