I have set up camp for the night a few miles outside the city gates. Master Klembor was right, the guards merely say the necklace and let me pass. Indeed some just saw the way I was dressed and moved out of my way. Even if the rest of the world has forgotten about our order it is plain to see that we still command some respect here still. These roads are silent, apart from the odd carriage transporting goods or wealthy nobles. It is safe to say that I am probably among the lesser few who would ever leave the city.