Avis was not, by any means, stealthy. If she was going to go out in the city looking for amulet bearers than she was likely going to be obvious about it. She paced down the streets as the skies dimmed from clear blue to dusky gold, frowning intently at passerby. She didn't see anyone with a medallion, but they could be concealing them under clothing. The idea that anyone could be a secret assassin was jarring in a city that had seemed so friendly. She sighed and stopped to lean against the wall of a dirty bar. The sounds of laughter and clattering mugs grew louder when the door swung open. It shut again without ceremony.<br/><br/>"Think, Avis," she muttered, knuckling her forehead with her right hand. "If I was a crazy murdering cultist, where would I go?"<br/><br/>She glanced up at the tavern. Well, even cultists, she reasoned, probably wanted a drink sometimes. She ducked inside the door, only to spot Anora in conversation with someone Avis didn't recognize. She frowned. What was she doing here? That wasn't her job.<br/><br/>Anora rubbed her the wrong way. She was a caravan guard, like Avis, but she seemed too... Dismissive of human life. The idea of someone not being worth her time rankled Avis immensely. Maybe she needed someone to keep an eye on her. As silently as she could, Avis slid into a seat and began looking around for amulets, while keeping an eye on Anora.<br/><br/>Larteis had no experience tracking people, or fighting people, and he was beginning to think he had made a series of increasingly bad mistakes over the day.<br/><br/>As the streets he explored grew darker and darker and emptier and emptier, Larteis grew more and more anxious. Bellant strode tensely besides him, eying those around them with blatant suspicion. They frowned back at him and Larteis stammered apologies as he hurried along, only to realize he hadn't even looked for any sign of an amulet. He sighed and turned on what looked to an empty street.<br/><br/>The scuff of footsteps, however, was still present.<br/><br/>Although the sound might have been undetectable to human ears, Larteis' ears swiveled to catch it. He frowned and hurried, hoping that the footsteps would fade, but they only increased in speed. Heart pounding, he turned while trying to formulate a spell, but a huge man slammed into him and he dropped to the ground. Bellant roared and clamped down with his teeth, dragging the man off of Larteis, but not before the blade in his hand scraped along Larteis' face and collarbone. It miraculously slipped past his throat without touching it.<br/><br/>The drake and man battled on the ground, with Bellant spurting jets of flame while the man attempted to force him to the ground. Bellant began to release a huge breath of flame, but the man squeezed his neck. He choked, flame stopped in his throat. Panicked, Larteis snapped his hand forward and blasted the man with a spell. Yellows sparks danced in the air, and the man immediately dropped to the ground with a thud.<br/><br/>Bellant coughed, a gust of flame emerging along with his breath. "Thanks," he said hoarsely. "You all right?" Larteis nodded. The drake strode over to the man's body. He nudged the man. "Oghren, from the looks of it- and look here." A medallion glinted around the man's neck. "We lucked into that one. What spell was that?"<br/><br/>"I don't know," Larteis admitted. He wasn't sure he'd ever learned stunning spells.<br/><br/>"Well, good job. Let's take this guy back to base." Bellant paused. "I don't really know how we're going to do that. Any ideas?"