Four more figures in red robes enter the room.
At about the same time there is noise from the room next to the one Sharlea is hiding in.
"Who are you?" snaps one of the figures in red.
"Fein and friends," says a male voice from the other rooms, "Newly arrived from Tusker Creek to fight in the arena by invitation. Here is the letter."
There is the sound of more movement. But Sharlea cannot make out what exactly is going on.
Finally, "Dids you passs anyone on the sstairss?"
"No, no one... though someone entered the imp's tomb a minute or so before we did."
"I sssee. Very welll, you may go but keep thiss quite if you know whatss good for you."
"What are we going to doo?"
"Posst two in here for the time. Ssearch the sstreet. Firsst the Bard and now thiss. Ssomething iss going on."
The figures in red robes sweep out of the room, all except for two of them, who slowly move about the room. The door closes.