Emmaline finished the bandage and tied it off in a surprisingly neat knot. She drumbed her fingers on Beren's arm oblivious to the fact his arm was wounded. There had been a fair amount of talk about the clamity, but it seemed unlikely that they simply attacked the inn at random. Still, if Beren and the rest of them were determined to play innocent a direct approach wasn't likely to work.

"I'll feel much safer with an obviously injured bodyguard," Emmaline said but her heart really wasn't in it.

"I'll bet that at the very least a Sultana in exile has some gold put by," Emmaline mused. The idea of gold briefly made her drift off into a pleasant fantasy of clinking metal. The snap of Beren's fingers infront of her face brought her back to reality.

"What is the worst thing that could happen if we asked around," Emmaline pondered. Probably rather alot, given the Sultana was presumably on the run but Emmaline's eyes were clouded with the idea of gold. At the very least they might get some info about what was going on in the city.

"Lets give it a try!"