Tyre’s going out.
He mentioned something about the convicts, I’m pretty certain two of their numbers are those men that saved me. I spotted them being carted away from that… place. Slaver’s Pit.
I’ll pursue them from a distance. Fob Temperance off with some lie about an upset stomach.
What a thought that is… Upset with what I wonder.
Not enough iron? Hah.
My appearance will probably draw attention to me.
Funny how being a Tiefling is now the least of my concerns.
No bother.
I can bat my eyelashes and insist on how terribly feeble and ineffectual I am.
Nothing quite like sounding defenseless to calm other peoples’ suspicions.