"Right." She says as she hefts the small handful of coin she had conned from her old master and pulled her pack over her shoulder and slipped out of her own room's window, having been picked when they arrived for ease of exiting. A few moments later she was down and on the ground, collecting her horse and gear and turning towards the port.<br/><br/>"I think a quick boat ride to Waterdeep is at hand, best way to rapidly arrive there." She told herself as she turned her horse in that direction. Definitely better than days on the road, possibly having to ride with a caravan to ensure some modicum of safety while she slept.<br/><br/>She mulled over how things could have wound up this way and kept coming back to the belt, clearly something accursed. The mage she had robbed the night before was known for his sense of irony. The killing of a merchant who had cheated him with the transport of tons of grain into his office was one of the more well known acts he had done. "I wonder if he had hopped Timmon would wear it." she thought to herself as she slowly rode into the port and looked for the portmaster's officer. They would know who was going where.