Menya whooped with victory as Sa'adat called off the pursuit, and pushed her horse to a gallop to catch up with Hanifa and make good their escape.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was a relief to be out of the desert and back in civilization at last. She let Hanifa arrange their accommodations, the events of the day finally catching up with her, leaving her barely able to keep her eyes open and stand upright. She jumped into bed, stretching out luxuriously over the clean sheets.<br/><br/>"I think you had the right idea," she said sleepily. "We can consider it in the morninya..." the catgirl drifted off into sleep not long after.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Menya woke to a new morning, having recovered mostly from the ordeals of yesterday. A few healing charges from her wand accelerated the healing of the scars on her back from Sa'adat's acidic spell, leaving almost no trace of the former injury on her skin. The mental fatigue from Nethys's trial, though, was slower to heal, and she still sported a light headache even after a good night's sleep.<br/><br/>"Good morninya," she said, stretching, and took the time to clean herself up and make herself presentable, some much needed personal grooming after spending a few days in the wild. "We should see whether the elders know anythinya about the crown - in the worst case, all we lose is a bit of time."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Night's rest: +7 hp, heal 1 con damage, heal 1 wis damage<br/>Using 2 charges of wand of cure light wounds: 7 hp healed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62602)<br/>HP 46/48<br/>Wisdom 5/8 (Wis-based checks and Will save -2 worse than usual)<br/></div></div><br/><br/>They went to find the innkeeper cum elder to accept her offer. Menya offered up a tale she had heard during her travels:<br/><br/><em><br/>In faraway Korvosa, many leagues north and west, the legendary figure of Blackjack has been spoken of for centuries. Tales of his valiant deeds in the service of the poor and downtrodden, fighting for justice against the rich and powerful, have captured the imagination of many a young maiden. His all-black leather ensemble, with a hood and mask to hide his true identity, appears in many a painting, and his skill with the rapier is praised in many a poem.<br/><br/>He can appear with a flurry of activity for months and then disappear for years on end, but without fail he has always returned when Korvosa needs him most for over two centuries since he first made himself known. Nobody knows who he is, as not even scrying could pin Blackjack down - some believe that a succession of would-be heroes take up the mantle of Blackjack, while others believe he is an elf or other long-lived being living in secret in the city.<br/></em>