As they move up the stairs, Reaver falls back for a moment, throwing a long cloak over herself and pulling up the hood to conceal herself. Even in a city such as this, such an overtly infernal figure may draw the wrong sort of attention and hamper her mistress' efforts.<br/><br/>As the quintet emerge into the first floor of the building, from the basement, they are inundated by sights and sounds and smells. Many exotic individuals recline on couches, sipping on cooled water to ward off the miasma of midday heat permeating not only the open streets, but Calimshan itself.<br/><br/>Outside, it is even more dry and heated-- and soon, Atelia and her fiends find, while many magical wares are available in the shops of the bazaar, a mage so potent as to be able to teleport them to their destination is more likely to be able to find in private employ-- of noble houses, of the assassins' guild... or, of course, the colleges.