"Durban has a point, m'lady. If you were to leave, your father would likely belive you dead." Locan adds to the argument. "Such a belief would wound him greatly, I think. He seemed most distraught when we reported you missing."
Chendra blushes as you mention her father.
"I... uhh... I slipped some sleeping drug to his night wine... I don't think he'll be getting up before midday tomorrow..."
She lowers her head in shame.
"Oh in the name of the Gods!" Lorcan puts his face in his hands at Chendra's words. "Is there any good reason why you did that, or did you need more excitement than just breaking out of the house?"
"I suspect she drugged the mayor to make good her escape. Without His Honor sounding the alarm, Chendra might've gotten a two-day head start. Where were you going, Chendra?"
