"A Camarian..."  Frowning at that, he turned on the engine.  In his mind, he wondered if the Camarian he had smelled was the one that Ianthe was talking about.  After all, it seemed likely to him.  "Well, glad you can spend time with me.  Most women that come to our humble inn seem more interested in slitting my throat than going on dates and the like."<br/><br/>As they started driving, it seemed obvious that the vehical wasn't as fast as the cab she had taken earlier, or the limo.  But still, despite its outer appearance, it was a surprisingly smooth ride.  Inside she could see everything that had been retrofitted.  The back had been changed out, with the chair that would raise to the gunner seat removed, and the hatch at the top welded shut.  The supply carrage was cleared out, leaving it bare save for  padding added later.  It was gutted, although still retained its defenses.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>