Startled, she whirled around, waving at the other musicians to continue and stepping out of the crowd.<br/><br/>"Amron?" She murmured, rolling the small marble in her palm curiously. It was bright daylight - and the Thirteen Rogues never met in any time but night, when shadows could hide their movements best. Thanking the messenger, she pocketed the red marble in her long peasant skirt and slipped back into the circle to whisper a few words of farewell to her fellow musicians. They waved her off with a flourish, and then she was deftly making her way to the closest entrance to the Lord of Thieves' lair.<br/><br/>When she arrived, she was one of the last ones to come in, with two others also entering simultaneously opposite her. The atmosphere seemed rather tense, and uncertain - and Amron wasn't there yet.<br/><br/>Seating herself, Lhurriel wondered what had happened to warrant a meeting in broad daylight.