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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Express" data-source="post: 1653315" data-attributes="member: 19166">Off On the Road to Zilargo (con't)We arrived at the Hub on time. By we I of course mean Honora and myself. Like so many things so far, my best laid plans went awry.The Hub is actually an exchange, where the Houses Orien and Lyrandar have booking agents, shipping clerks and various other representatives to assist persons seeking transport. Anvil, Bynara, and Dorbo were all there. They seemed surprised when we arrived.Bynara stared for a moment. “I booked passage on a Lyrandar galleon, the Swiftsure. We were fortunate, the ship was delayed taking on cargo. It leaves in an hour.” She fell silent, then exploded. “By The Traveller, Calib what is she doing here?"The answer was simple. Honora was stubborn. I learned several things in my meeting with her earlier that day. First, Onaan is her maiden name. Her married name is ‘ir Balel, and she is the widow of a Brelish noble. Her favorite color was blue; even today she was wearing a light blue dress. And she was very self possessed, formidable even.My interview had begun well enough. Honora had looked quite beautiful despite the early hour. She looked more elven than last I saw her, more than I had first noticed. I again asked her several of the questions I had the day she came to our office. The answers were the same. No idea of her brothers private life. What he did. Who he knew except for the two at Morgrave. Goblins? No. Gambling? Certainly not.Did she contact anyone before coming to us? She had arrived in Sharn three days before coming to us. She had sent messages to the City Watch and Morgrave, following up unanswered correspondance she had begun in New Cyre. As usual we werent the first choice.That didnt sound good to me. Voren could have found out and told Koba. In theory of course.I informed her she was possibly in danger. And that we were following a lead out of the country about Hennet. She took the danger part quite well, considering. She was concerned for Hennet. And she demanded to accompany us, not return home. She made a convincing case, too. She held the purse strings. My charm was of little avail; she refused to consider any other alternative. I chalk this up to the fact that I hadn’t had much sleep.“Master d’Medani formulated a most delightful plan of action,” Honora explained  to Bynara as the others looked on. She liked to be called Honora. Turns out she was just a farm girl from the Brelish countryside. Well maybe not a farmgirl but a commoner. She didnt act like a nobleman’s widow that was for sure.Honroa continued.” My servant Marta and I switched clothes. We are close in age, and wearing cloaks, the illusion is quite convincing .” She was smiling as if she was enjoying herself. I felt weak in the knees. “He made a large show at the Blackstone of insuring that ‘I'  received proper escort to First Tower and the lightning rail station there.”I did make a big deal. The attempted break in had occurred on Honora's floor. Marta had heard something at their lock. Turns out Marta was a light sleeper and literally opened the door on the burglars. Her screams had brought the Blackstone staff running. So much for coincidence. Blackstone Towers was so worried about receiving more bad press they acquiesced to my  loud demands. I had earlier noticed the hotel had actually brought in Kundarak specialists, no doubt to help increase their security. After all they hadn't had any incidents of this kind for a decade. To say the Towers was in a quiet state of crisis would be an accurate description.I made sure Honora/Marta made quite a public show of departing. Blackstone offered the use of Kundarak guards, all eight of her trunks were loaded slowly into a large carriage. Hopefully that would indicate 'Honora’s' lack of interest in Sharn or her brother to anyone who bothered to notice. Marta was quite brave; she had volunteered to help her mistress. Without her the plan would not have worked.While this happened , I slipped out a service entrance with a female servant in a cloak, and made my twisting way to the Hub.Honora was beaming. I was blushing and tired. My associates listened and viewed our new travelling companion with polite bemusement.Together, we five boarded the Swiftsure at the appointed hour. I watched the docks for a long while as it faded out of view, but there wasnt a goblin in sight.</blockquote>

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