Faeril silently thanked Fineki for Emmaline's ploy succeeding, despite the indignant look on Lorcan's face. They were fortunate enough to be ushered along by Emmaline's confidence and Raddek's swift action. With the guards behind them Faeril breathed a sigh of relief and put his money back in his pouch. Then, hearing Raddek's warning about city at large, he put the pouch in one of the interior pockets of his shirt. No sense in having the money stolen before he could use it. An inn sounded amazing, but there were things he needed to do first. As much as he was grateful for being out of his prisoner rags, he wasn't going to walk around in dirty brigand's clothes any longer. Even if they didn't smell like a dead man, they looked like he belonged skulking in a back alley, ready to stab an easy victim for their money. That was no way to prevent what happened at the gate from happening again. Emmaline's silver tongue wouldn't work twice in a row, and he wanted to hold onto what little money he had. It was needed for more important things.

None the less, he didn't know where this [i]Ubico Soldati[/i] was. Finding it by himself would be impossible, and he was going to be damned if he would ask a someone where it was without at least knowing what the building looked like first. Even if he trusted the locals to point him in the right direction, which most assuredly did not, without seeing the building itself there was a significant chance that he was going to get lost anyway. And getting lost in a city this large was as dangerous as getting lost in the wilderness. If not more so. At least the beasts of the wild didn't ambush you out of cruelty or malice. So he followed Raddek and those who went with him to the [i]Soldati[/i], both to get a better idea of which direction to head to ifnd it again, and to make sure he would know the building when he came back there again. 

 The city of Varone was better built than he initially gave it credit for. While it didn't match the strong majesty of his home city, it was far better constructed than he expected. Good quality stone and marble was used, so far at least, and there seemed to be a balance between aesthetics and function. It was a welcome sight after the days of wilderness he had come through with the others. Perhaps there was a chance for them to make something of themselves here. Or at least do more than survive day to day. Pausing in the entrance he spoke to the group before they were out of ear shot. "I'll be back. Just wanted to see the building before I asked where it was. Don't trust the locals not to send me to their friends down an alley instead." Whether anyone heard him was a mystery, but he had spoken to them before heading out. 

Heading back out into Varone at large, with a careful hand on his pouch and Odari Crossbow, Faeril kept his eyes peeled for a tailor, some shop to sell his spare crossbow, and anything or anyone that looked like they were hiring for help. He doubted that the group would want to or be suited to being regular workers, but a city as large as Varone was bound to have something that was more suited to their talents. And who knew? With a new set of clothes and some extra coin something might find him for a job instead.

Or try to rob him. 

[hider=Rolls]

Perception: 3+1= 4

Faeril is looking for a tailor to get some non-raggedy ass clothes, a shop to sell his normal crossbow that isn't his [i]Odari Wood[/i] one, and anyone or anything that looks like it'd have appropriate jobs for the group. A quest board, town crier, what have you.[/hider]