Wove a rope from my hair, and climbed out the window.

[ a theatric grimace: alas, the price of freedom. it's between pay day, and he's promised a touch too much to satinalia planning; so somewhere between twenty minutes and three hundred hours in he's clean out of tobacco. keeps fiddling with a fallen leaf instead. ]

But as I donned new name and extravagant disguise, I sensed a disturbance in the Fade. A baroness had come down with stomachache, and for mercy I turned about. Or perhaps we would have met — everyone in Montsimmard wanted to see your city.

[ a deliberate little possessive. ]