When Magnus broke away from his family and the group began discussing where to head next, Avis put in her input. "We can probably afford to spend one night in town, but after that we better head out. Probably early."<br/><br/>"Maybe we can figure out the next place to head after looking into the journal more?" Larteis volunteered, waving the volume around. "I have a good idea, but more research would be good."<br/><br/>The group agreed and ended up heading to the rooms that Sheo had rented out. After figuring out the confusion of who would be staying in each room, people went about their business, whether it be eating and boozing or just getting a solid's night rest before an early morning. Avis headed down to the bar not for alcohol, but for a hot meal. They were hard to come by while on the road, and even if the food wasn't culinary genius, anything was a welcome break from hard rations while on the road. She tucked into a watery beef stew with some relish, switching back and forth between spoon and hunk of bread. She washed down the last chunk with a swallow of water and sat back, satisfied. She glanced around the bars at the other patrons, suddenly paranoid that other assassins were lurking in her midst. This was never going to end, was it?<br/><br/>Larteis stayed upstairs with Bellant, poring over the volume. There wasn't much more information beyond what he'd already gleaned. He sighed, scratching his head. "No use," he said aloud. "I just don't think there's anything else of use in here." He slammed it shut and flopped back on the bed. He was suddenly homesick. The day had brought back too many unwelcome memories of his sister. Why were these assassins killing regular people? His sister, yes, she was royalty, in line for the throne, if someone wanted to topple the Ilutent throne that was a good place to start- but a merchant family? It didn't add up.