The half-elf quavered, "ma, is Kline going to kill us?"<br/><br/>"No, dear, we'll figure something out."<br/><br/>"Is the<em>sheriff</em>going to kill us?"<br/><br/>"No, dear, we'll figure something out."<br/><br/>The husband started to put dress stands back up that Aleena had knocked flying. "The young lady is right," he said of Sophie, "this is just part of the band, and they've told us in no uncertain terms that we shouldn't venture into the tunnels under this place."<br/><br/>The elf tailor gritted her teeth, "if it will get you out of my shop, I'll tell you I've seen no cakes come through here. We did make for them the sort of tailcoats one would wear<em>serving</em>cakes, if that's useful?"