"I expect they don't sell that spell to just anyone. I probably impressed the assistant with my confident demeanour and that certain chilly tea forgets to wobble possessed by those gifted with sorcerous powers."
Keldar nods sagely, unaware of his merciless butchering of the ancient and noble draconic tongue.
Keldar lowers his voice too. "Well, I say we head out east right now, making sure we're noticed. Wave and smile, sing a bit, talk a lot about Berrymaria or wherever it is. Then as soon as we're out of sight, we turn off the road, double back around. Fin- Shields, you'll tell us every last scrap you know about these Archaeologists, then you can decide what you're doing next. We can set you up with a bit of money and some supplies. Orussus is nice at this time of year. Make your way to the Red Dragon, that's my suggestion. Tell Joe - he's the owner - that you know Keldar Warbray, and the drinks will be on the house! Or if that's too big a step, you can come back into Fallon with us. Because we're not leaving. It sure would be nice if we could sneak back in unnoticed by anyone, though."
"Let's give Turkey and his friends a few days to figure out we went to Maribendia, and drop their guard, and then, yes, we'll go back into the tunnels. We can raid them from here, vanish, raid them from there. Take some prisoners, maybe. We'll keep them off balance, until they don't know what's going to happen next, and the ones that are left will be turning themselves in to the guard."[sblock=Draconic]Je ne sais quoi[/sblock]