<i>The night before...</i><br/>Tha'ael would have pored over the brigands' effects by the soft glow of the lanterns, noting the content of the letters and their insinuations.  The rain is slowing as the night labors on, and the slender elf's shadow haunts the cluttered, musty barn for some time before being relieved for watch.  She then disappears indoors to send out a suitable fireplace by which to dry her gear, if such a thing can be found.<br/><br/>Once Ada and Nalin have a moment's peace, as they return to the inn for much-needed rest, she will be waiting in the inn's front hall, spreading the papers the three of them gathered from the dead brigands upon the worn, dusty bar.  She sits in dry clothes-- loose gray breeches and an unlaced white shirt, a full shade lighter than her gray skin-- under a neatly-hung lantern's warm, steady glow.<br/><br/>She's waiting for the two men with a long-bladed dagger upright in the counter-top, her bare feet curled up on the legs and rungs of a spindly stool.  Her black hair is fresh-combed, but still damp from the rain.  "You need t'see these," she says softly.  "Please... we might think on keeping this to ourselves."<br/><br/>((ooc: Can we move this night to a different thread so everyone can keep going?  EroticFantasyAuthor, Wintercat, Question Mark?  Or are you guys okay with moving on?))