As the chosen men and women returned to their clumps of friends, the solemnity gave way to excited chatter and arguments and discussion. Almost immediately the merchants began hollering to out-compete each other's prices, and the earlier carnivalesque atmosphere reappeared. The adventurers were dispersing as they received their locations. Many would of course turn up back at the Tooth and Hookah, the only inn in Wati actually large and supplied well enough to handle the often-rowdy crowd.<br/><br/>When Salimah went up to the table under the awning, another woman who had been lingering and gesturing tersely - apparently trying ot make an argument - turned on one booted heel and stalked off, so absorbed in her own apparent frustration that the large tome on her hip nearly bumped the inquisitor, as it bounced off the woman's hip. The acolyte was watching that one with some amusment in his eye, before Salimah got his attention with the slip of paper proving who she spoke for.<strong>"Hand of the Divine, then,"</strong>he notes to Sebti, who then nods to the other man, who fishes a token of wood from the urn at his side of the table, and passes it to Sebti. The priestess scans a map before her, and then turns kohl-lined eyes up to Salimah. She watches the Inquisitor for an impassive moment, as if judging her.<br/><br/><strong>"Hand of the Divine will be seeking a building in the far corner of the necropolis,"</strong>she finally speaks, her hand deftly putting a rough sketch together of what way to take through the winding ruin, and then touching it with the spiral of silver still cupped in her palm. That done, it's rolled up, and presented brusquely to Salimah.<strong>"You know what is expected of you, and those you are taking beside you. Is there anything else?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"<em>Sand Scorpions,</em>"</strong>the acolyte calls.