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"Looks like baiting the villains totally did not work." Fidelity chimes in, once they've been out for a few days, finally giving in to the boredom. "Really wishing there were clouds, or something. It's just sand... and sand... and sand..." she continues. "Oh, well. A proper distraction." she says, hopping to her feet and heading south, looking to see what she can find that way.

Fidelity can't help but grin at Bilaal's quip, "Ooh, ooh, Sun. Do you think you could find a dead camel to make into a not-dead camel? Then all we'd need is some dressage, and we'd be good to go."

No, you may not take the bones. And in fact, I'm gonna spend a point of effort for the day to make sure everyone knows that they're Fidelity's Bones. Theft word OP. (that was a joke. Totally not gonna.) But seriously, go ahead, she wants them properly dispo-errrr, taken care of. :)

"Not killing any of them is an option as well. I mean, not killing is just as easy as killing, I think. Fidelity offers up to the others. "That way we don't have to worry about which one has blue eyes hidden under their robes. Can you pull punches with an arrow?" she asks, looking to Bilaal.

Fidelity ensures that the woman knows that while she could almost assuredly force the young man to return that she would not; she would speak upon Hekat's behalf if she were to meet her child, but it was the way of the world that he should choose his own path - she would do what she could, though.

"They are not the same." she says simply as she moves off of the edge of the well, "So... we hit these slavers - or worse, first? The map will make it quite easy. Think you can redo the wagon thing... but with a whole wagon instead of just the scratches? Surely we could lure them out of hiding that way." Fidelity grins broadly, threading her fingers together and resting her head against them as she leans back. "Assuming they could take Sun and Bilaal as traveling merchants with a small guard retainer..."

"Nope." came the quite verbose reply from Fidelity, who was swinging each of her legs back and forth on the side of the well, leaning back to watch the sky. "How do you even get used to so few clouds?" she asks rhetorically, before kicking off of the well. "I figure the missing kid and the caravan kid are probably in the same place, if they're not the same person. So... maybe work off of the assumption that they are, and we just have to go kick a giant monster's butt? And... the people who've chained him."

Fidelity takes a few moments to look around the space, ensuring that she felt the area was actually safe. She nods, finally, before slipping deeper, to gather the bones, piece by piece and place them solemnly into her messenger bag, gently packing away a now-forgotten death in amidst her leathercare tools. Unceremonious, to say the least, and there seemed to be no way to make it less so.

After packing the child into her bag, she leaves it open, some portion of her being unwilling to close the bag and leave the child in the dark - despite the fact that everything here was dark. It was a strange context that she'd not grown used to, being able to see in the dark.

She slips quietly back the way she'd come, grabbing the rope to clamber back up most of the way, leaving it to sway and swing as she climbs steadily towards the top, slipping back over to the sandstone wall once she'd reached it. She slips over the top of the well, back to where she'd been sitting previously, and slides her messenger bag into her lap to hold the whole. She sits silently looking about the town, unseen to most.

Fidelity's face scrunches up a bit as Sun speaks with her. After a moment, her mouth is a thin line, but she nods. She slips the strip from her eyes and collects her knives, returning them to their various sheathes, before slipping silently into the well once more, vanishing from sight almost immediately.

She slips quietly down the stone walls, then along the sleek cavern walls, before finally shifting her weight to the rope once the surface rolls outwards and she can no longer simply cling to the walls. Hopefully the rope could bear her weight as it had clearly borne the child's.

Dark and alone, hungry and full of thirst. Her heart sank as she drifted into the darkness, following the path that would have lead the boy to freedom, if he could have possibly known it as she did. She stays out of the way and avoids any threats she might encounter - should she be aware that they were indeed threats, and sticks to the safest, easiest path, otherwise, in search of the young man.

As Bilaal makes mention of Fidelity, suddenly, Fidelity is there for Nadim, as if she had always been there, crouched on the edge of the well, still trying to balance the knife. She's stopped mouthing words, though, so she doesn't look as crazy.

Even still, she's fully dressed in her leathers - a muddy red color overall, with fur lining, and her usual furs from the north; given that the heat didn't bother her, she hadn't bothered to take them off... and all the better for when the temperature dropped to more frigid at night - not that she needed to worry with Evelyn's wards guarding the group from the harshest things the desert could throw at them.

She drops her knife once more as Sun talks to her, and rather than picking it up, she simply draws another. She doesn't immediately return to balancing it, but returns the hushed tone.

"There is an underground spring below. I believe it may come from their pond, and roll through the sandstone below. Around it is a hollowed out cavern... I'm honestly surprised by its size. Now that you mention the one far below, I'm much more curious about the space." she pauses. When she next speaks, only the pantheon can hear her, though her voice is still clear.

"But, word on the wind says that a raider has taken the son of a local. So... perhaps with all this death and theft of freedom and wanton destruction... we have a more pressing goal than borrowing ancient technology for our own ends."

Immediately afterwards, she begins to mouth words once more.

Fidelity had been wearing a strip of cloth over her eyes ever since the first winds had blown sand into her eyes; it hadn't seemed to affect her vision at all, and it protected her from the gritty evil stuff floating around everywhere.

Upon their arrival in town, she had immediately disappeared into the well, clambering down it with the curiosity usually present only in a small child. She had no trouble at all descending into the depths, trying to figure out just how far down it went, and whether the town had much water - or even a secret underground thieves' den that had sprouted out of the bottom of the well. If not... well, that would be a good place to carve another base into the sandstone.

She had returned to the top of the well and was now perched on the side - not that any of the mundane people seemed to notice her, and she moved calmly out of their way when they approached if she thought she might be in the way. She was trying, unsuccessfully, to get one of her knives to balance on the tip of her index finger, while she sat quietly mouthing words that most could not hear.

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