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Simbel quietly came in through the same window she'd used to exit the inn on the previous night, shifting back to her true shape and landing sitting on the rafters. She dangled her legs, observing her would-be companions below. Some of them were busy rummaging through chests; apparently, their forbears had left them gifts. It didn't take Simbel long to find what she assumed was her chest, adorned with goat. She jumped down from the rafter, sending the serving lady scrambling, and went to her chest. Opening it, she drew a sharp intake of breath.

It was too much. In it lay not only Mothers shillelagh, but her prized Ungolianth-stringed hornbow, too. Simbel picked it up, testing its draw strength. She would hav had a hard time pulling it, had she not been imbued with the power of her patron. Along with the bow came a quiver of obsidian tipped arrows; treasures all. She decided to only use the bow in emergencies, as loosing even a single arrow would be a shame. She had half-expected to find an amulet in the chest, but was relieved there was none to be found. A problem for later, it seemed.

Simbel donned her Mothers possessions - hers now - and rose. She turned to face her companions, and nodded. She was ready to go.