Allistair kept drinking his wine, working on finishing some of his cheese.  "So, do we know she's in trouble?  You do realize that, if she's not, she'll be here shortly, and, if we're all gone, she'll think the rest of you have run out on her- she knows I wouldn't, but she might think I've been arrested- and we'll be in the same spot?  You're assuming an awful lot.  And if she is in trouble, with whom?  What kind of trouble?  Will we need a jailbreak?  Combat?  Court Pleadings?"  He speared a bit of ham with a knife.  "Unless we have some idea what's going on, running off without a notion of what's going on, if she is in trouble, will just get us more of the same, and who will save us?"<br/><br/>"So, perhaps we should figure a few things out before we go rushing off into the night in a strange city?"  He lifted the ham to his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.