Yawning to catch all three of their attention, Himelilek nodded to the door, feeling eyes in the back of her head. "I suppose that now would be a good time to get moving." She suggested as she stood with a great flourish (and rather over-exaggerated) wave of her arm, her cloak swirled and swished as she moved. The other three caught the flash over her dagger and the clink of the chain as she moved.
They followed her out one by one, Ollae was last as she had to pay her bill, nonchalantly throwing a few coins on the table. "What?" Said the man irritably.
"There are a few men in there that might make some trouble for us. They caught you talking." Grumbled Himelilek.
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