Kysanni nods. "Just look like you've been working hard. And put on this silver collar; no one with a gold collar would be doing this work," she says, passing Amara a silver collar, with a circle tag.<br/><br/>She pulls the cart through the city, up the winding streets to the bridge connecting to the palace. They wait in line for more than half an hour, along with a dozen other carts, before they're quickly searched, and waved on through, up the long, steep bridge to the palace itself, a majestic structure, sitting on its own tiny island, floating above the rest of the city, and, from the high vantage point, Amara can see it's one of the highest points in the region.<br/><br/>They're directed around to the armory in the back, where they can begin unloading the armor, mostly unsupervised. Once that's finished, as they're leading the cart back around, Kysanni points out, "Look, there's a side door. We can sneak in there."<br/><br/>(Make a DC 12 Constitution check to avoid being fatigued for an hour, following that hard labor.)