Freyja sighs, testing the slipknot she's tied into the cord.  She eyes the man's prone form, a faint sigh as she smiles, very faintly.  "What the bloody hell did I expect, in a place like this..?"  She shrugs to Atal and gestures to the prone man.  "Disposing of a body can be a generous pain in the backside."<br/><br/>She ribs the prone man with one finger, "You.  Do you, by any chance, own a coach?  You look like you've got a bit of investment somewhere.  If your life depended on it... and let's not assume that it DOESN'T depend on it... how soon can we retrieve it?"<br/><br/>Just like that, Freyja's plan's clear-- extort the man for a few supplies and temporary use of his resources.  She smiles at Atal, letting the pieces fall into place: aside from fearing harm, he fears exposure.  He can provide them transport to the coast while they remain incognito... and, for now, he knows nothing of their true identities.  It's not like their enemies are advertising their identities...<br/><br/>"We can head for the coast tomorrow."