"Not if it's discovered he's been harboring guests when he just implied that he wasn't!" Rialynn whispered back, craning her neck as she stared anxiously back at the bedroom door. Heavy footsteps, and many of them, were starting to fill the small home "Come on, you go out too! It's not a good idea for any of us to be here!"

Outside the window, however, was a small squadron of guards with spear points levied toward K'pandolu and Duster, having laid in wait. A glance down the side of the house showed a few more waiting outside the father's bedroom window as well. They didn't say a word, but the one with a few extra stripes on his tabard gave a silent gesture with his weapon: hands up. Brief, but universal.