"It was Bim and Ghuanter on duty today," says Divdor, speaking up quickly as he tosses some little rocks of sugar into his tea.  "Bim's one of us and Ghuanter'll turn a blind eye for a bit of coin."  Cheszeth nods at this and taps a finger on the table, making a brief hand gesture that Divdor appears to pick up on.  He quiets down and allows his captain to take back control of the conversation.<br/><br/>"Divdor has it right," she murmers out, though this with a bit of irritation.  Perhaps he revealed more than she'd prefer, "Worry not of the guards that we passed along the way.  It is also not unusual for dignitaries to be brought in with a leash before they are checked for weaponry.  It would not seem terribly untoward, though things may become unpleasant for Divdor and myself if you were unsuccessful."<br/><br/>Her tongue touches her lips for just a moment as she furrows her brow very slightly.  "Getting you out is surely something we can handle when we get there.  I can attempt to arrange a boat for you and, perhaps if things go poorly, my compatriot and myself as well.  I want not to go among the Overlanders, but if you should fail and things be traced back to us..."  She makes a brief gesture with her hand, clearly a throat slitting though she doesn't raise her arm to do so.<br/><br/>"If you should wish for either of us to walk with you to the palace, we would walk behind.  We would need to change to appropriate dress-uniform, but it would perhaps make you seem more official."<br/><br/><strong>Yula, you embark upon a dangerous journey now.  Tell us which preparations you make and how you approach the palace.  There may yet be time before you will be facing Malrefesh, but surely it is time to move from this hovel.</strong>