The plan is simple. There will be a small, but lavish breakfast ceremony to see the young pair off when they dock before dawn in Morningglory. Simple, tasty, and most importantly free food for anybody who shows up and wants some, a few small declarations of how much the Red Wolf has enjoyed having them as guests, and then see them off. After that, a series of bards, troubadours, minstrels, and plain gossipmongers seeded along the main roads would do the rest of the work, spreading stories of the two of them journeying peacefully after having left the Dominion's hospitality freely.

They won't all be the same story, of course, that's not how these things work. Maybe they're fleeing the wrath of a goddess of the rice paddies who wanted them both for her veiled harem, and the barge was a quick way to distance themselves from her holy ground. They could be going to find the answer to an ancient demon's riddle, to free an innocent farmer who'd done nothing wrong but to be unlucky. They could even be a pair of eloping lovers, fleeing from a priesthood who'd wanted to bind the Vermillion Beast of Lanterns tight with oaths and silence, not understanding love's touch had soothed her raging heart.

Regardless, the important threads were mantained. The two of them were at least sympathetic, if not folk heroes: slander is more noticeable as propaganda. They're on a journey that's helping the area without acting against the Dominion. And the Dominion was helpful in them moving around, but they were guests and freely released with goodwill. Even if Han was to bolt before the planned ceremony (and Piripiri hoped she wouldn't: she'd gone to trouble to pick dishes that'd evoke local rustic classics for breakfast), she'd still had Azazuka deliver notes to the pigeon coop for distribution to the Dominion's network, making sure those stories were spread. She didn't know what those notes said, this was an operation she hadn't been brought in on, but it was good for somebody learning shadowplay to learn humility early and often. The guards were ordered to put up only nonlethal resistance if she tried to escape and to drop even that if Han pushed, and were free to explain the ceremony tomorrow if either of them asked.

So of course the barge made a great big thud, jostling about her papers and leaving her in a hissing crouch, umbrella in hand. Of [i]course[/i] something new has gone wrong. She's out the door, mask on, and pointing to the nearest guard in heartbeats. "Report."