With her chest squeezed tightly against the stalactite by the strap, which made breathing difficult, Purity Ebonshield watched with apprehension as the wooden tops slowly lifted upwards, their occupants surveying the situation around them before emerging from their hiding places. The storehouse's primary Rock was at her table, scribbling away as she described what she did to the apprentice-assistant, while the group of Dust gathered on a nearby stoop, glad to have a moment's rest after what must have been a busy day. That meant the coast was clear for her two initiates, whose kegs were far out of sight from both the central bureau and the Star in front of the gate.