"There are no guards out on the street," says Conuld. "Does this not strike you as odd? I do not think we can trust them, as Pendrake said. Do you feel yourself, Pendrake? The mage told you to go to the back room, and you went. Well, friends, we have another decision to make. We have killed or incapacitated seven Blacklilies, but no doubt there are more. And one mentioned the name Arimae! Do you think one of the women was their leader? The bartender, whom these thieves killed without a thought, mentioned Arch Street, so we know where we may find more of them. Tommy and I have cast about half of our spells, and Saithnar has used his power freely. My protective spell will last for almost an hour still, so I am willing to go on. Or we could regroup, rest until the morning, and have strict words with the mage - they called him Riffer, did they not? - when he wakes up. He is too important and dangerous to leave here. And he can lead us directly to the Blacklilies' hideout, especially if Saithnar makes him his friend, no? Whatever we do, I think we should swiftly gather the spoils of this fight, and leave - by the back door. Though these streets are empty, it is somehow an unfriendly emptiness."