Ramza turned down a side path as they reached the landmark building. The bard had been staying at a less repudible establishment, a little too far on the wrong side of town. He had been glad he had walked her there, at the time, though he had gotten the impression that she had known how to take care of herself...at least, where non-apocalyptic problems were concerned.

"'Tis not much further. Up ahead, to the...to the right, I believe."

He too felt a chill, though he attributed it to the memory of walking down these streets that time before, in the early morning light before the sun had driven away the previous night's chill.