Ivan returned to the thatched building in a brisk pace. The sun had shed its last light for the day, and night settled in. He wanted to leave, the sooner the better. But where to? That the Inquisition was here made him uncertain about his plan. "Could they be waiting on the road ahead?" Ivan thought. The merchant said his son had seen an Inquisitor, only one. Ivan doubted that the Holy Inquisition would send a single member to apprehend him. "Was he along here on other business? Are his companions nearby?" There was little choice in the matter now. Their path was set, and if his enemies were waiting for him, they would face off soon.<br/><br/>After overseeing the loading of the wagon and having the the horses hitched up, Ivan returned to their room. On the way he encountered the innkeeper.<br/>"Leaving so soon, Mr Cane?" The tone of worry was clearly audible in his voice. "Was there something that was not to your liking?"<br/>"No, no. Everything is most satisfactory." said Ivan. "I am arranging a dinner beneath the stars in a clearing south of here. It was a frequent place of visit for us." He gave the man a knowing grin. The sensation felt like the breaking of frost that had settled on a jacket left outside overnight. "We will be returning some time in the quiet hours of the morning."<br/>The clearing that Ivan spoke of was in the opposite direction of their intended journey. He was hoping to mislead anyone seeking their whereabouts. They would continue North, turning east towards Dover.<br/><br/>Ivan left the innkeeper with the night's fare and headed up the stairs to the room. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see a matronly woman with her back to him in their room. He mistook her for the the innkeeper's wife, and in that moment he feared that she might stumble across the Forbidden tome that was kept folded in one of his shirts. The case containing his belongings was open, just a few feet from her. He then noticed the blonde bun fastened at the nape of her neck. His entrance caused her to turn from whatever preoccupied her.<br/>"Ter. . . " Ivan caught himself. "Caroleen. You look. . . different. We need to leave. I fear that our foes are closer than I thought."<br/><br/>Once everything was packed, they came downstairs. Ivan drew Caroleen close as they exited, casting a glance towards the innkeeper to make sure that no suspicions were raised. A light scent of lavender met Ivan. He remembered that Caroleen had visited the hamlet to do some shopping. Of all the possible things that she bought, she had picked out Teresa's favourite scent. Ivan wanted to ask her if she had chosen it or had she been asked by Teresa's spirit, but he wasn't sure he wanted the answer.