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At the Lush Leech:

Zöe, having finished her performance a quarter-hour ago, has picked up her earnings (except for four gleaming coppers still on the floor) and seated herself next to Marea, sipping an ale to refresh her dry throat.

Zöe sighs. "I wonder where they've gone and if they are all right. We don't know anything about these "Cardinal's Guards". Maybe they are hired mercenaries sent to kill the house guards." She frowns prettily into her mug.

Marea rolls her eyes. "He'll be fine. Egorian's just another city with ordinary people. And a few devils, of course. But people are pretty much the same everywhere. There aren't any supermen. And why would anyone hire killers for our friends? Don't be silly, girl."

Zöe pointedly ignores the change in pronoun, favors Marea with a tiny glare, and nods towards the two elves in the corner. "Think we should join them? Serana barely noticed Domenico leave. They must be discussing something quite... absorbing."

Marea shrugs, but turns her attention to the corner. "Perhaps." Soon, her halfling curiosity overcomes her wisdom. "Definitely." The two women set down coin on the bar and take their drinks to join the twosome in the corner. Soon, all are deep in conversation.

Zöe rises abruptly and dashes to the bar. "What do you think?" she asks her peers, "Should we follow?"

Marea squints thoughtfully at the closing door. "Nah. They'll come back soon enough for healing if they're pinked. There's a warm fire and ale here, and not much we can do if they get in trouble. Besides, it looks like a polite affair, doubtless to first blood only. They'll be fine. And if Diego isn't in this alone, he's much less likely to get himself in real trouble." She shrugs. "They'll be fine."

Serana has not budged from her close conversation in the corner and has apparently not noticed the guards leave.

Cambino pulls off his slouch cap and scratches his head. "I'm not worried if it's fair - our masters can handle themselves - but where His Nibs is concerned, treachery is always an issue. You stay here and be sure they're not luring our masters from this place for some reason. I'll follow them in the shadows and watch out for treachery. I can call the dottari and lead them there, if nothing else."

"If I get to stay here and drink as part of the plan, I'm good!" The halfling grins at the rogue and shoos him towards the door while holding her mug for a refill. "On Diego's tab, if you will. Many thanks."

Cambino pauses by the door for a minute or so after the last of the combatants have left, then slips out.

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