"How did you get her to agree?" Cerul asks, a bit confused. "How can you trust her?"<br/><br/>The inn is reasonably busy, soldiers and men-at-arms drinking after a long day of drilling. A local woman sits on the stage, strumming her guitar and singing bawdy songs for the men. The mood is mostly relaxed... for now, though there's unquestionably a nervous, frightened energy running through them.