Thorn leads the group through the twisting byways of the city to a narrow alley between nondescript buildings. The door in the alleyway opens to her touch, and she holds it open while the others pass through. The mages feel a barely perceptible discontinuity across the threshold. Wherever Thorn's house is, it isn't in an alley in that city.
The inside looked more like an inn's common room than a house. It was spacious, dominated by a large table along the far wall, with a large open firepit in the center. Directly over the firepit was a metal shutter that likely led to a chimney of some kind so that the worst of the smoke wouldn't stay inside. The floors and walls were stout wooden planks, and there were tapestries of subtle colors and patterns lining the walls. Not far from the firepit was an enclosure that likely served as a storage place for food and drink...it even had stools and a bar, like an inn would have. Several doors were scattered here and there over the walls, and a staircase led up to a second level.
Once the door they'd entered through was closed, Thorn took a deep breath and let it out.
"Alright, I think we should keep just enough of the stuff to do some experiments on, and figure out why it's so special that the Eye people are willing to pay so much. But in the meantime, we should sell it to them. I know you guys promised the dwarves some, but the Eye people are scary. The dwarf weaponsmiths...not so much. They won't be sending assassins after us in our sleep. The Unblinking Eye...I can kind of see that. We've got enough trouble on our hands without having to deal with them too."
"But it does look weird, so we need to find out why they want this stuff so badly."