As the sun begins to set, Argendel's caravan arrives at the small keep off the beaten trails of Cormyr. A lilting laugh can be heard among people disembarking. The woman in colorful clothes smiles at Argendel and says, "It was great seeing you again, old friend. But this is my stop."
"Are you sure?" he asks, thinking of times gone by. "There's always room for you in my bed, I mean, my caravan, Lovely Lindrel."
"Oh, you were always such a charmer," she says as she gives him a peck on the cheek. "Take care. And send your wife my love."
"Hawwaww," he laughs. "I always do." He turns and starts to bark orders, glancing her way once more to admire her as she walks away.
Does this place even have a name? She thinks. Have I finally found a place no one knows me? The thought was both frightening and exciting. She passed a few people as she looked for what would be an inn. There was a building up ahead but it looked boarded up on top and lit up on the lower floor. A passing woman told her the lord regent was opening the building up again. Her eye ran across each of the buildings in town, discovering their weak entry points. But she also notes that there's probably nothing worth taking inside. She takes out her lyre and checks its tuning as she approaches the building.
Stepping inside, a few heads turn but most were centered around a table. She was about to put on her entertainment hat when she recognizes a few people in the room. "You have got to be kidding me," she says louder than she expected.
"Lindrel?" Kordo calls out. "You are just in time."
Rolling with it, she says, "Vos, what are you doing in this two horse town?"
