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	[u]Weather[/u]: The rain remains quite light, but this lessening of precipitation seems to come with a noticeable drop in temperature.  

	[u]Time[/u]: Settled afternoon. Cloud cover remains, but it looks to be clearing up a little - just enough so far to get a good idea where the pale sun it located. While still freely in the sky providing all of the light that conditions allowed, it is heralding the oncoming moonrise, and with it, the dim twilight. Short hours remain. 

	[u]Ambience[/u]: More acrid smells associated with burning metal flare within the shop as Jacques continues his work. It is still significantly more comfortable in this building than it is outside, even if a lack of conventional seating is apparent. The soft glow of the lamps illuminate with much greater ability than the glow from the flameless forge, though all do their part. 


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	[color=darkgray]"Hey! Who was that?"[/color] called a voice of alarm - the same voice that showed its own brand of somewhat cowardly concern for the goings on within the Silversmith's place. [color=darkgray]"What are you talking..?"[/color] The man seemed almost fully flabbergasted at the novice attempt at deception. [color=darkgray]"No, that's ... that's all wrong! There's something wrong about this!"[/color] he declared, taking a step backward and closer to ground level on the stair in front of the door. [color=darkgray]"I shall find help! Don't you worry!"[/color] Though there was a lack of retreating footsteps right at that moment.

	Jacques Mallard, taking on a manner of pragmatism in this unsettling time, gave Baronfjord a nonverbal gesture to go ahead and open the back door even if his Dragonborn guest wasn't exactly paying attention. The use of the door did not run in conflict with his desire to have the Guard out of his place, nor his present stipulation on timing. As the awning-covered door swung open, a blast of chillier air swirled into the shop, reminding those inside that they were indeed into an advanced autumn season and the weather was not always their friend. 

	But speaking to weather - the rainfall was almost tolerable now and appropriate clothing would keep one more or less comfortable in the short term without getting soaked to the bone. Voices could be heard through this doorway, but their owners were not visible. Instead, this seemed to be an echo of the murmurings from people on the front side of the business, reflected from the stone wall of the next structure to them. This door opened to a wider alleyway, which framed around the building proper. One might be able to escape notice by going around this building to the south, though making such an attempt would [i]temporarily[/i] put them within line-of-sight with the main thoroughfare in the process. It was a small gamble to attempt sneakiness rather than simply fleeing noisily. To the other side, one may simply walk around the building on the side opposite the door, though that would lead one in an obvious path to the front. For the more surreptitious, there was one shuttered window facing the alleyway which looked to be in some disrepair, though what lay in the otherwise featureless stone building was anyone's guess. 

	Marita's blunt assault of the Guard was not unnoticed by the silversmith. The only thing he scowled about, however, was the use of the unfinished mace. He waved it off and gave a quiet, ever-so-slightly annoyed [color=darkgray]"Pray don't mention it,"[/color] before getting to the actually important topic at hand. [color=darkgray]"Yes. Robert's package is ready and boxed, please get it to him swiftly. And..."[/color] He took a single sheathed dagger from his collection and placed it upon the box, explaining, [color=darkgray]"In case you can't get back in time. It's a loan, I expect it back. Do you understand?"[/color] He eyeballed everyone remaining in his workshop with this statement. [color=darkgray]"If one or more of you choose to stay, I should have your commissions done before nightfall. The one may catch up to the others before the sun sets."[/color] If they could not, well, this building was safer than most. [color=darkgray]"I can probably talk Pitor down, so long as he doesn't think I'm being held against my will. Though I am obviously a bad liar."[/color]

	Noting the manner in which Kosara left the place and giving thought to what he had witnessed concerning her just recently, Jacques commented, [color=darkgray]"Your friend, she is one of the goodly folk? I know her people have a reputation, but... I worry, is all. Keep yourselves safe. If we get through this alive, I might be more help to all of you yet."[/color]