"As if you'd show your weakness in nature. That way you get eaten!"
Overall Eleanor seems to be somewhere between panic and denial. But for sure not on top of things and handling it well.
Arawyn smiles at Eleanor. "So perhaps you do have the skills for this. Know that Menan and I will aid you in any way possible. Your secret is safe. You must be wise and cunning, Eleanor."
"For sure we need much less money without Campbell, don't you think? And with that the whole problem will go away."
"Let's worry about all this later. Now back to your wardrobe for the race."
"I think this will be just fine, Eleanor. I need to get a racing shirt. Would you like to accompany me to the tailor's shop?"
"I have some riding clothes from my time when I went riding myself. If you don't mind, ..."
Eleanor opens a few more wardrobes until she finds the one. "Here they are."
Half a dozen formal riding garbs are lined up here. Probably designed more for the good looks than high performance, but it is high quality made by someone who knows their trade.
"Oh these are gorgeous. I heard that riders will be wearing the colors of their houses. Ours is gold and dark green. But, I will have a patch or something like that that identifies me." Arawyn carefully goes through the quality garbs.
Menan realizes that he is most likely not going to learn much from the conversations around him. He will wait until the city guard exits the warehouse just in case it will reveal what has occurred indoors.