It would prove quite difficult to avoid followers, as their numbers were growing, daily; by the time he was ready to leave, he could sense over a hundred presences, throughout the city, though most did not truly connect Draiss the mage with their newfound god. Masaema, himself, would periodically attempt to track him down, and would fervently pray for spells, every morning. The miracles only helped spread word, and already, one of the inns that had reopened had renamed itself to The Dueling Dragons.<br/><br/>At the gate, only a few people are milling around; a pair of guards, mostly in too poor condition to do actual work, but easily able to keep watch on the gate, a merchant, a few farmers, heading out to return to their homes, as well as the party.<br/><br/>"So, I guess... we won't see you two for a while, hmm?" Cerul nods, slowly, offering a soft smile. "We're... we're going to find our mother." At Maura's shocked expression, Cerul explains quickly. "I... she, uhh, Draiss said he knew she was alive, knew about where she was... we're going to head there, soon, try and find her, and b--" As she starts rambling, Maura steps closer, places a finger on her lips, then hugs her half-sister, tears in their eyes. "Just be careful... and let us know how you're doing often." The half-elf lowers her voice, whispering to her sister, although Draiss can easily catch it; "All three of us," she whispers, glancing at Daminor, with a loving look, before giving her sister a tight squeeze.