At that, the three set off into the labyrinthine streets of the quarter, Khait going in front into the midnight streets of starlight, cutthroats and miscreants.... they leave the flagstones behind with the commerce district and soon near the city's cloistered, eclectic city quarter where the likes of a wizard might be scrounged up among the academics, charlatans, and tradesmen.  Khait travels with her hand resting on the pommel of the massive khopesh at her back.and her pale skin disappear beneath the shadows of her helmet as they slip into the corridors of streets and alleyways... they seek a tavern, or late-night shop... barring that, a beggar will serve.