"I dare to go with you as deep as we can," Sabiha replies, but by the slight tremor in her voice she's not nearly as confident as she sounds.<br/><br/>Fortunately, as both the virtuous and villainous alike prefer to keep dry and warm, there are not so many eyes out, and fewer still to see the pair lurking along the Street of Laughing Dolls.  The destination is indeed along the 'less' fashionable end of the street, away from the higher buildings.  Here, the only indication that one is passing a dwelling is the main gate to the public courtyard of each, flanked by tiny stone markers hinting at the status of the family dwelling therein.  Sajuuk's are inaccurate--if he is an alchemist, or a scholar, than he has not replaced the pair of drums that indicate a martial rank.  Still, the gate appears shut.<br/><br/>Sabiha steps closer, presses a palm against it, and the main gate creaks open far enough to admit you one at a time.<br/><br/>"Come!  We must hurry."<br/><br/>Beyond the door is a plain courtyard, stone-flagged, about thirty feet by thirty feet.  If not for the scattered shards of pottery flanking the main door into the house beyond, it would be clean and well-kept...oh.  Those must have been two of the servitors that the Fox mentioned earlier.  Sabiha doesn't even bother looking around, heading straight for the main door.  She pauses at the threshold to wait for you, then eases it open.  Like the main gate, it is neither locked nor barred.<br/><br/>"They have not yet come out here to clean up.  I suspect that may be a good thing for us."  She gives you a wan smile.  Then she gestures to the right of the door.  "The kitchen and storage areas are that way.  There is a meeting room straight back, and the master's study is to the left and back, behind a second courtyard.  Alas, that way is also where the servants remained in repose when there was no call for them.  Fraught with peril, yes?"<br/><br/>She licks her chops nervously.<br/><br/>"Lead, oh masterful one, and I shall follow."<br/><br/>