Brea did not really want to ask Fehaz for help. She detested that oily scumbag. However, there were precious few options open to her at this moment. She changed into one of the dark peasant dresses in the alleyway, then slipped again through the darkening streets to the building where Fehaz operated. Perhaps he would not only help her with a change of clothes, but also with a way to get out of town.<br/><br/>That was some hope, she realised belatedly as she approached the door. But she would simply have to wing it.