How has she prepared? She's got her full traveling kit, for the first time since before being kidnapped by demons. One would have thought a street festival safe, but no. All sorts of clever alchemical ingredients and mixes, poisons and poultices, and all the knives she could want. A good rope, just one is all you need, a few spare nets, and some more surprises. She hasn't told her liege the full list, why would she tell you?

They stand now in a clearing on the bank of the canal, Piripiri staring out at the water and holding her chin, mask dangling from her free hand. Giriel's got her own leash in hand for now, and the golden hound is impatient to be off, but it's important to go into a plan with a calm head. A quiet moment by the water does wonders for that.

But assumptions must be checked as well before one begins a gambit. "Giriel. You've known Han for far longer than I have. She's in love with the demigod, correct?"