
Earic Finnini
"The plan hasn’t changed, my dear Gzizmix. We’re still going to New Cyre. It feels all the more imperative now. It’s a day’s journey south from here.", he stares at Gwenylleth for a moment before addressing her,
"You seem misguided, but truthful, Ms. Gwenylleth. So I ask, is your task to steal my journal complete? If so, we could take you with us to a new opportunity in New Cyre."

Gwenylleth
The elven spy startles the group as she stands, allowing the ropes to fall loose to the floor. However, she neither runs, nor attacks.
"The job is done. My safest bet is under your protection for now. New Cyre it is Mr. Finnini. Let us see what your supposed non-traitors have to say."

Earic Finnini
Earic nods, and says to the group.
"Gentlemen, if there are no objections, it seems we’ve picked up a passenger. Keep her gear and her pouch. I’ll double your pay for this inconvenience, but we must leave at once." He begins quickly gathering his belongings.
"Core, do be so kind as to prepare the cart."