Whiron snickers quietly. “I said that I had an idea, but I was not certain. We should probably continue to fill one container each, anyway.” He turns to the woman. “You are the second person in this season to warn us of the clergy. I am inclined to believe you, just from instinct. I am carrying several measures of Tranquility. I can trade that for our baths. We can also check with you on such substances before reporting to the Pavilion, if you are so inclined to deal.”
