Viktor nodded. "If we have reason to suspect that there are informants of the Zhentarim in Secomber, taking a barge would be a bad idea, even at night. I like the idea of riding along with a caravan, and that could be our best hope. If for some reason no caravans are headed east for some time, we may want to use misdirection and spread rumors that we are heading west to Waterdeep. We'd then leave the city heading west, and after we are sure we're not being followed, turn to the north and after a few miles, turn east to pass Secomber by. It would only take us a few hours out of our way, but it would misdirect any informants in the city. But if we can ride along with a caravan, I would agree that that would be preferable."<br/><br/>When he overheard the conversation between the winged woman and the halfling, from the way she spoke, he thought it sounded as though there were more like her. Probably not a spell gone wrong, then. He had heard of winged humans with celestial or fiendish blood, but never with talons as well. Could there be a whole race of people like her? It was possible, at least.