Hestia returns Brystasia's hug, laughing sadly.
"I've know you for only a few hours, and yet you've got a deeper insight into my life than any of my other friends. You're a remarkable person, Brystasia." She wipes the corner of her eyes with the sleeve of the robe, sniffing gently.
"I don't fault him, but I wish he could see past his..." She stops as Ged comes into earshot. She smiles at him.
"So, how did you find the gate?"
"Locked firmly. And there's a cart parked outside, so I don't think it's been opened recently." Ged replies as he walks up to the two women. "Honestly, this city... People have no respect for the traffic ordinances, least of all on a market day.
"So, what now? Shall we investigate the cellar, or is there another part of this theater you wish to investigate first?" He stands at ease, resting the point of his sword on the steel toe-cap of his boot.