“It has been a while since I could put my skills of thievery to the test. I needed to know they were still sharp,” Lelika smiles, adding “If I am to serve you and the temple properly. I will not get caught,” She peels back a strip of the bumpy skin, licking the flesh below experimentally. The half-elf pauses for a moment, then decides she likes it and bites into the pale pink softness. “I’m a sweet exotic fruit? What fruit are you, Alison?” he asks, desperately attempting to think of something else as the word bitter flashes for a moment in her mind. There were other priestesses that were bitter, but Alison isn’t. Her gaze turns to the amber ring on her finger, an unsure expression on her face.<br/><br/>You exit the city gates, bringing a smile to the faces of the guards who have so far had nothing but farmers and arrogant merchants pass them by. Outside Saerloon you walk north a couple of miles to join the major trade route and turn west towards Cormyr. At first you pass mostly large farms, wide expanses of corn and other crops, the symmetry of their growth striking a cord within Lelika’s elven side. As you progress the houses of noble’s start appearing on the hills next to the roads, before which grassy lawns decorated with bright flowers and white stone statues roll. Sometimes the grounds boast a vineyard cut into the earth.<br/><br/>It isn’t long before you see a merchant’s caravan coming along the road towards you, the merchant’s daughter, a pretty brown haired creature, sitting next to him at the head of the wagon and two guards riding on the side of the wagon behind them. Lelika jokes that you and she should subdue the merchant and his guards then have fun with the daughter. As you come within greeting range the merchant raises a black silk cap enough to reveal reddish-brown hair and Lelika bows, praising them with lavish flattery and thanking the guards of Sembia who ensure the road is safe the travel. The irony lost on them the wagon drives away, leaving you with a grinning half-elf. The rest of the day passes without incident, and an hour before evening you approach a roadside tavern, the two story building surrounded by a three foot tall wall. As you pass through the gates and see the glow through the front window you see the name “The Silver Crow” carved into the wood above the door, which is left open ajar.