Eyes lingered on Jaime -- and a few on Esther, too, as the population of this city beneath the city was not at all lacking for perfect vision in the dark.  Riz understood Jaime perfectly, as well: "No, of course not!  A deal is a deal, and fair's fair," she agreed.  "That does not mean I am not disappointed for your dastardly behavior."  She squeezed Jaime's shoulder, though, and continued on.<br/><br/>They weren't in the open for much longer, though; eventually, Riz took the torch from Jaime and tossed it off to the side of the underground street they walked -- presumably to burn itself out.  She opted not to remind Jaime that everyone down here could see her anyway -- maybe she'd let her guard down for the last few moments of their walk.<br/><br/>Eventually, though, Riz yanked Jaime into a tight alley -- Jaime could feel the walls close on either side, inevitably brushed against them while the crew of five moved through the enclosed space.  A pause, and another brief moment of movement was followed by a new flare of light -- and Jaime found herself inside of a small room in what must have been an underground house.  A fire was dim but already beginning to grow in what looked like a classic fireplace.  A handful of chairs were gathered around the fire, padded and comfortable.<br/><br/>Only Riz and Jaime remained.  If the other pair of elfs and Esther remained, they were well out of sight.<br/><br/>"Well," Riz said.  "Here we are, yes?  Welcome to my abode."