Indeed. And her business is disrupting business. This bar is often a good place to find help with that. Not that she has anything specific in mind right now, but it helps to keep her rep up.

A new face enters, and takes a seat further down the bar. Doesn't seem terribly enthused about the fact that life is something she has to deal with.

Similarly unenthused is the bar's owner, sitting at an empty table.

Upon seeing Sefi, he stands and approaches her. His face hasn't changed, but his posture has shifted.

"Sefi," he says almost warmly.

"I hope you have something interesting in store."

"You know me. When do I not?" More quietly: "Who's the new tiefling? Don't think I've seen her around before."

"She hasn't visited us before. Need a bit of time and space to work on her?"

"I'd appreciate it."

So he complains around some of the other patrons about their surplus of Styx Snacks and that he's nearly willing to pay for someone to take it off his hands.

The other patrons shuffle and scurry over to enjoy their complimentary treats (brought to you by a couple of Pelor-addled bashers who couldn't let go of their self-righteous bluster- heavyset and fairly young, too). 

Not that she cares. At least it's quieter, now.

Sefi wanders over.

"Hey."

"...Do I know you?"

"No. That's sort of why I wanted to talk to you; I know most of the people here."

"You're no tiefling."

"Well spotted. I am, however, very interesting and friendly, so they let me stick around."

"Good for you. What do you want?"

"Now that's a question worth all the jinx. Let's say... I want to make sure everyone else's life is as interesting as my own."

"You're recently arrived in Sigil? Where from?"

"Carceri."

Sefi smiles. "Congratulations. What for?"

"Another's sins."

"Planning to stay awhile, or...?"

"Until I find what I'm looking for."

"And that is?"

"Not really any of your concern."

"Aw, come on."

"Why do you care?"

"I know a lot of people. Might be able to help."

"That's not an answer."

"Sure it is. But if you want a more selfish motivation, try this: someone who's coming out of Carceri with enemies and who is looking for something is probably also looking for revenge. Revenge tends to destabilize things. And I find stability boring."

She gives the human a long, intense stare.

Sefi looks back at her, calmly.

"Have you heard of the Waystaff of Duathal?"

"As in Muamman Duathal? Not specifically. But I know someone who might have, actually."

"Really."

"I told you, I know lots of people. Met this one just the other day, in fact. Convenient timing."

"Very. Was it around here?"

"Ha. No. No, she wouldn't be welcome in this bar. I hope that's not a problem for you."

"If it becomes one, it won't be because of me."

"That's good. I'm Sefi, by the way."

"Elatra."

"Do you have somewhere to stay? I don't think Anika's going to be reachable until tomorrow."

"Not yet."

"I know a place, if you want."

"All right." She stands to leave.

The brawl that has broken out distracts anyone who might have accosted an unfamiliar tiefling.

He salutes Sefi from his perch.

She gives him a small wave as they depart.

Out into the streets of Sigil.

"So where is this place?"

"Not far. Come on."

A halfling searches through a pile of garbage, glancing furtively at them as they pass. 

An aasimar whispers quietly to a human druid, who smiles and says nothing.

The dabus communicate amongst themselves, cryptically as always.

A gnome crosses their path, atempting to sell them a book. He eyes Ellie nervously.

Make sure the halfling's not following. Smile back at the aasimar and druid. Nothing to be done about the dabus.

Is the book interesting?

She notes her companion's interest and the gnome's nervousness, and mediates the interaction.

Between the Fifth and the Final: Climbing the Mountain

He describes his investigative reporting in Celestia, blending in amongst the locals and his full immersion in the experience...he goes on as long as they allow him, or until they buy the book.

Stop talking, gnome. She wants it.

He thanks her graciously and suggests that she read that instead of ever visiting, poor thing, and he's off. 

"...Are you planning a trip to Celestia?"

"Of course not. But if I ever wind up there, I would prefer to know more, rather than less."

"Fair enough."

Her safe house isn't too much farther.

The sounds of the city don't get quieter; as long as they move through the public space, there is someone watching and listening.

Nobody follows them, though. Small mercies.

It's one floor of a slightly run-down residential building.

"Not much, but it's home." From time to time.

"Charming."

"Right, so I've actually got to go run a few errands. Bed's over there, there's food in cupboards. You going to be all right if I leave you here for a while?"

Elatra waves the book at her and wanders off to find a comfortable spot to read in.

"Great! Don't wait up."

Back into the city. She needs to go make sure Anika hasn't left yet. She doesn't think she would've, but still. Better check.

She receives fewer odd looks now that she's not accompanied by a tiefling.

People ignore her, going about their days. 

The rain picks up. 

Now, where's Anika likely to be? Somewhere inside, assuredly. She'll try the pits first.

The bouncer demands that she pay the fee, unless she'd like to participate.

Not tonight. Here's the money.

The minotaur lets her pass, then. 

The seats are as full as they're going to get. Tonight's matches are expected to be less competitive then usual, but there will still be plenty of blood, so they still have some eager audience members.

Easier to see if her quarry is among them.

There's the redhead, down in the front rows. She cheers a particularly well-struck blow.

Sefi heads down that way, and waits for a break in the action.

Does one of the fighters collapsing on his severed leg count as a break in the action?

The audience cheers and jeers as the fight ends abruptly.

She leans forward and taps Anika on the shoulder. "Hey."

"Wha- Oh! Hi, Sefi. What're you doing here?"

"I was just in the neighborhood, thought I'd stop by and watch a couple rounds."

"Ha! Yeah! Did you see the one with the tattoo, that footwork. It was beautiful."

"Yeah, no kidding. Hey, since I found you, I actually wanted to ask you something."

"What's that?"

"Have you heard of something called the Waystaff of Duathal?"

"Uh. Yeah. It's kind of a big thing."

"It is, huh. We should talk."

"...Are you up to something?"

"I'm always up to something, sweetie. You'll like it, trust me."

Anika giggles.

"All right. Should probably get my partner in on the discussion, though. He's back at the inn, come on."

Back to the inn, then.

The inn contains several patrons, a bar, and other forms of entertainment. 

Once they realize he's not in the common area, Anika is free to knock.

Knock knock.

A familiar bariaur answers the door. 

Familiar to Anika, anyway. Sefi may not have actually seen one in person before.

He taps one of his hooves nervously on the floor.

"Anika Idunsdottir, greetings. And your friend?"

"Sefi Mevane."

"She's the one I mentioned the other day, who said she might be able to help us."

"Of course."

He steps out of the way, letting them in.

"What do you want from us?"

They enter.

"She wants to know about the Waystaff of Duathal."

"He never promised it to her. What do you want if for?"

"I don't want it for anything. I just want to know what it does."

His tail twitches.

"It can banish people that it touches. I don't know where."

"I see. Does Duathal still have it?"

"He does. He promised it to Anika as a reward."

"For finding Idun, right?"

"That's the plan."

"How would you like some extra magical backup?"

"I'm not gonna say no."

He eyes her nervously.

"That kind of power could be dangerous in the wrong hands. Many warlocks and demon lords would vanish their enemies to Carceri or Ooze without a second thought." 

"So if they seem like that sort of person, we don't have to help them."

He fiddles with the symbol around his neck.

"Alright. Thank you for your help," he says, bowing.

"It's what I do. I'll swing by with her tomorrow morning, if that's okay?"

"Sure."

"Til then."

And she's off. Let's see now... She had a few leads in mind to maybe chase up after she met Anika. Who were they again?

There are plenty of people who are supposed to have answers.

Kylie, a tout who makes herself easy to find.

Lissandra, who keeps track of shifting portals.

Rule-of-Three, who will answer three questions.

She can deal with Rule-of-Three.

Rule-of-Three is not exactly hard to find. If she asks, others will point her to a tavern in the Lower Ward.

The cambion is flapping his wings frantically, trying to escape the reach of an angry human fighter.

Is the fighter shouting anything that might provide some context for their actions?

"-ungrateful little fiends like you! Don't threaten my family again!"

"I answer questions, I answer questions honestly," the little fiend shrieks as it flies to the ceiling, where it continues to flap. 

Well. Much as she'd love to let this little drama play itself out, she does kind of have a deadline here. Good thing she's go surprise on her side. Time to take a nap, fighter.

Luckily, his friends carry him away instead of fighting her.

The cambion eyes her curiously, but doesn't touch down. 

"I've got a few questions for you, if you don't mind."

"Payment in kind? Three offerings, three answers."

"Of course." She reaches into her pouch and pulls out a ruby, a sapphire, and a pearl, all of exceptional quality.

He giggles.

"Three gems, three questions. What do you want to know?"

"Where is Idun?"

"The River Styx."

"Who took her?"

"Elgar Silverheart. Formerly of the Harmonium, aspiring lich."

"Does he have any support?"

"As much as he has opposition. Have a good day!"

And he's flying back to the bar. 

So. The Styx. This Silverheart must be heading for one of the Lower Planes. Too bad that tiefling doesn't seem the type to have many friends.

But it's a good start. She heads back out. Does she have time to chase down anyone else before morning?

There's still time. The city awaits.

She'll go for Lissandra. Maybe narrow down destinations.

Lissandra can typically be found in the Lady's Ward, where someone asking too many questions is suspicious.

Sefi is, luckily, unremarkable.

It's more skill and effort than luck, let's be realistic.

Regardless, no one finds her worth accosting in the street. 

The Lady's Ward is clean. The streets are clear of refuse, garbage, and the like. The gardens are well-maintained, and exist. The buildings show no signs of wear, except those that have been allowed to gracefully age.

Landmarks include the prison, the courthouse, the barracks, and the statue of the renowned wizard, Bigby.

Lovely place. Someday she's going to absolutely wreck its facade, and then it will be even lovelier.

But not right now. That would interfere with her other project.

Lissandra is in the middle of interviewing a very confused and increasingly upset passerby.

Well, as long as they're not doing anything as stupid as that fighter with Rule-of-Three...

No, it mostly seems like an unproductive interrogation. Eventually, Lissandra waves her off.

Sefi's turn.

"Hi."

Lissandra eyes her curiously.

"Anything I can do for you?"

"Heard about anything interesting happening on the Styx lately?"

"Nothing more interesting than usual. The Styx isn't the place for interesting things to happen, being that it's a pathway. For a little jink, I might be able to tell you about something interesting going on in Baator..."

"I'm more interested in travelers than places."

Harrumph.

"My expertise is shifting portals. The Styx has never been a big draw." 

"Well, if you don't know, you don't know."

"I can look into it, but you might find a better source. Your choice."

"How much?"

"Four stingers seems fair."

Sefi looks at her consideringly for a moment, then pulls out four silver coins and flicks them over one by one.

She clutches them eagerly.

"Recent travelers on the Styx, you said?"

"I did."

"I'll see what I can scare up. Now shoo. Meet me here tomorrow."

"When?"

"Oh, an hour after peak?"

"I'll be here."

"I'll be seeing you then."

She walks off, pocketing her money hastily. 

Right. Call that an investment. Time?

There's still time until antipeak. The city is as active as ever.

Right. So where's Kylie?

She could be anywhere. Touts are just as often giving a tour or selling information as they are looking for new marks customers.

When anywhere is possible, everywhere is where you look.

She's certainly not in the Lady's Ward; none of the residents would countenance tours. 

How long does she look?

Oh, an hour so past anti-peak. She ought to get some sleep tonight at least.

Eventually, she spots a woman running past her, leaping over carts and ducking around affronted customers in the Market Ward.

What's she running from?

A party of three: a human carrying a longbow, a gnome holding a glowing orb, and a half-orc wearing heavy armor.

They pause as they lose sight of her.

Kylie spots Sefi, and lands just behind her.

"Hide me from the fiend-food and I can give you the dark on anything. I'm Kylie, you've heard of me by now. Well?"

"All right." She looks around. She knows a place not too far from here. "This way." Down an alley.

Kylie follows, close at her heels. She occasionally starts to outpace Sefi, but falls back when she realizes she doesn't have a clue where they're going.

"Got a name, cutter?"

"Sefi. Left up here."

Left she runs. 

"Those berks can pike it if they think I'm going to help them! What'd ya want to know?" 

"I'm looking for information on a necromancer. Elgar Silverheart."

She grimaces.

"Him? If you really want that rattling around in your brain-box. What are you looking to know?"

"I heard he used to be in the Harmonium, but now he wants to be a lich. What's up with that?"

"The addle-cove likes enforcing punishments as much as he wants to live forever, and he can't have both anymore." 

"Did he keep any allies?"

"He has children, Lady knows who they're loyal to. The other Hardheads have closed their doors to him, but if he has any fiendish allies...might need more than a favor to pay for that, though."

"Who're his kids?"

"Cressina and Kit Silverheart."

"Do they do anything interesting?"

"Can't say I know the details. Do you need me to look into it?"

"It'd be helpful."

"I can find what you need for the right price. You can get a discount for the heroic rescue." 

"How much?"

"Five jinx."

Here's some money.

She surreptitiously checks the pieces to confirm their composition, and pockets them.

"One of them is supposed to be in Sigil, but the other one left on the Styx a few peaks back. How should I get in touch?"

"You can leave a message with the bartender at the Hanged Halfling."

"I'll do that."

She grins, turning to go. Her tail whips and she's off at a run.

Any signs her pursuers tracked them?

Her pursuers seem to have failed to pursue her.

Excellent. Then she can go back and check on her guest.

Asleep.

Sefi turns in too.

The light changes, as much as it ever does in Sigil. Those that walk during the day give way to those that walk the night. They revel and debate and fear and study, and then they give way to those that walk the day once more.

The rain has stopped by the time Sefi wakes up. The smog returns to its usual concentration, ever-present throughout the city. 

Lovely.

"So where is this person?"

"Not far. So, Anika is actually on a quest from Duathal and was promised the Waystaff as a reward."

"Ugh."

"It's not so bad. She doesn't actually care about it all that much. She just wants to have fun on her adventure, and this is a convenient excuse. As long as you don't eat any babies in front of her there shouldn't be too many problems."

"But she is accompanied by a cleric. He might be uh, a little more troublesome."

"I hate clerics."

"They have their uses. And he's not the one in charge. Just try not to kill him gratuitously, that's all I ask."

"No promises."

Heh.

And then they're off.

Peak is quite a ways off. If they'd like to explore the city, they're welcome to it. 

She's supposed to meet Lissandra at peak; she wants to get Anika and Elatra introduced before that.

He rises later than planned, five hours before peak, unused to the lack of a true sun, true night. 

He looks for Anika. 

Downstairs, enjoying breakfast.

He bows. It's always a bit of a sight when a bariaur bows. He can only bow at the waist, since his goat legs are less useful for the purpose, and having horns pointed at you is less conducive to respect and more to discomfort. Still, pleasantries.

"My lady. How are you?"

"I'm fine. How are you you? And didn't I tell you to cut it out with the "my lady"?"

"I wouldn't with most people, but Duathal thinks highly of you. It's supposed to be a mark of respect from him. If you're really sure, I'll stop."

"I dunno. It just- feels weird."

"I'll stop."

He stands silently for a few minutes. 

"Did you want something?"

"You don't seem worried about what they want with the waystaff."

"We're still a long way off from even getting it. There'll be time to figure it out."

"If you want to give it to them, we should talk about it before we have it."

"I haven't said I want to give it to them, and they haven't said they want it. Maybe they're just academically interested."

"I just don't want any surprises. I don't handle them very peacefully, which can be a bit of a problem." 

"I'm sure it'll be fine."

"I hope it is."

He leaves her to her breakfast.

The streets are busy, as usual, but nobody stops Sefi and Elatra on their way. 

Good.

And here's their destination.

The inn is quietest in the mornings, when everyone is asleep, out, or hungover. 

Anika and her companion are easy to find.

Sefi points her out to her companion, and they go over.

Anika waves.

"Hi. You didn't say tiefling."

"Does it really matter?"

Shrug.

"Jalen Stillmeadow. You wanted to help us with our mission?"

"Apparently. How does one misplace a goddess?"

"She was kidnapped by a powerful wizard."

"Elgar Silverheart, wannabe lich. Last spotted absconding down the Styx."

"Hm."

"How do you know that?"

"I have my ways, dear."

"The Styx can be dangerous to travel. We need to prepare. Which of your skills are you willing to admit?"

"Do you want to look at my spellbook? I specialize in the school of Evocation. I'm rather good at killing things, even lichs."

"If you wouldn't mind."

She tosses it at him with a sneer.

He catches the book.

"I only want to know what we have to work with. Liches are dangerous enemies." 

He reads her spells thoughtfully. 

Lots of ways to kill things, as promised. Also necromancy and a few utility spells useful for a wizard traveling alone through a hostile environment.

He doesn't comment on the necromancy. 

"Interesting. There isn't much overlap between us, so I'll cover what you can't. Transport, healing, and general support."

"Sounds useful."

"I'll be taking that back, then."

He hands it over.

"The first thing we should do is make sure we have the necessary supplies to travel the Styx. Anika and I have enough food and water for ourselves."

"I know a supplier."

Curt nod.

"And I was thinking that I might tag along too, if you'll have me."

"I thought you didn't leave Sigil."

"Rarely, I said. But this sounds like the sort of fun I'd regret passing up."

"We could use all the help we can get. When will you be ready to leave?"

"Soon, I hope."

"By tomorrow."

"Do you need help?"

"I think I can handle it."

"I look forward to our partnership."

"Yeah! This is gonna be fun. I can tell already."

Oh good. She's enthusiastic.

"Great! So, Elatra, let's go get some supplies together, and then we can meet back here tomorrow."

Nod.

"May Duathal clear your path."

"Yeah, that. Bye!"

The two take their leave.

"See, I told you it'd be fine."

"We didn't die. I suppose that's something."

"That's the spirit!"

"I haven't worked with a tiefling before."

"She seems nice, as part-demons go."

"She seems interested in the waystaff. What if she betrays us?"

"If she does it before the quest is finished, she's not gonna get it. If she does it after, Duathal's gonna be, like, right there."

"I think you're underestimating her power or her malice"

"If she can give a god a serious fight, we're already in trouble. We can watch her, sure. All I'm saying is, if she's not going to betray us, let's not provoke her."

"Of course. I won't act first."

"Here's to a successful quest, then."

As the sky grows brighter, people begin to retreat to homes and taverns. The noise of the city fades. 

Until the next wave arrives. Those who walk Sigil during the day are different than those who walk at night. They are less careful, touching casually and paying little attention to those around them.

She doesn't like them.

"You could try being a little more subtle about it."

"What?"

"You don't like people, right? I get it, probably got good reason. Can't say I'd even blame you."

"And?"

"Well, it's just- you're sort of glowering. At everyone. Bit intimidating to a normal person, coming from a tiefling."

"Doesn't seem to be affecting you."

"Where'd you get the impression I was normal?"

Snort.

"But a lot of what I do, the reason I can be as effective as I am, is that I use normal people. You can get a lot done if you're not just one person."

"I don't want to make friends."

"That's fine. You don't have to. But- you do acknowledge that that's what I do, and that it works for me?"

"Yes."

Nod. "So, one key and actually really easy step to that is not looking at everyone like you want to kill them on principle, even when you do."

"Kinda like that, yeah! You don't even have to smile, necessarily; just sort of smooth your face out. People want to think that other people like them, and if they can't tell what you think about them, they'll try to persuade themselves that you do."

"Ah huh."

"Just give it a try. There's a time and place for intimidation, but it's good to have more than one trick in your bag."

Now, whereabouts was Lissandra...?

As usual, she can be found in the Lady's  Ward. Today, she's loitering outside the barracks.

"Remember what I said about about not glaring at everyone? This'll be a good time to practice. I've contracted Lissandra to get some more information about where we're going. Try not to get the price raised on us."

Elatra rolls her eyes, but at least is not scowling.

She smiles tightly when she sees Sefi.

"You were looking to hear about travelers?"

"That's right."

She cracks her knuckles.

"A human woman, a larger party, and a few fiends. Which ones would you like to hear about?"

"Talk to me about the larger party."

"A half-orc druid, a half-orc barbarian, a half-elf, and a halfling rogue. I can tell you what I know about their intended path, or you can ask about one of the others."

"Where are they going?"

"Carceri and Acheron, not necessarily in that order."

Elatra rolls her eyes. Subtly.

"What about the human traveling alone?"

"Female, sorcerer, destination unknown."

"And the last?"

"The fiends were planning on visiting Acheron, mostly to gawk at goblins, and to Pandemonium, mostly to win a bet, and Baator, because they've gotten it in their heads to overthrow Dis Pater."

"Hope that works out for them. No one else?"

"That's all I have. I think the party or the human sorcerer could be potential allies, but I didn't investigate deeply. If you want to put me on that, I can try to keep you updated, but I can't afford interplanar messaging."

"Don't think I'll take you up on that, then. I expect to be leaving Sigil tomorrow."

"Fine by me. Nice working with you."

"Thanks. See you!"

They leave.

"See how easy that was? A friendly face, a little coin, and she was more than willing to help."

"The information didn't seem all that useful."

"Not this time, maybe. But it was a quick and easy check, and I like being prepared."

"Mm. Now where are we going?"

"To check on the other informant I tapped."

Kylie is easy to find.

"The daughter just left on the Styx, alone," she says without preamble. 

"Does she happen to be a sorcerer?"

"How did you know? Cat familiar, lots of explosive and fire-themed magic, likes taking bounties on beast that threaten the locals, and probably our lich's daughter."  

"Just a guess. Any news on the son?"

"It's hard to get a lot of information on him in Sigil, and I don't leave. What I know is that he's an honorable type, so he's probably on Baator or Gehenna."

"Anything more on Silverheart himself?"

"He studied in Excelsior for a while. He has friends in Arcadia, too. I wouldn't be surprised if going after him destroys your reputation." 

"He's trying to become a lich. I'm not terribly worried."

"Suit yourself! So, friends with celestials, probably friends with fiends but that's harder to prove. There's a woman in the Harmonium who remembers him fondly, but you'd have to go to Arcadia to get anything from her. Not worth it. There's the shopkeeper who I've fingered as his last contact before he left, but I might have missed someone more personal."

"Where's the shop?"

"Where else? The Market Ward. I can lead you there, but that's extra."

"You have to admire her entrepreneurial spirit. All right, lead the way."

So she does. She turns away a few who recognize the most sought-after tout in Sigil, and they travel the Market Ward relatively unmolested. There are shops upon shops here; someone unfamiliar with a particular establishment could easily get lost trying to find it. 

They eventually stop outside Effervescent Elixirs, nestled between Aramand's Mending and Catch'rs.

"See if they have anything useful for us. I'll talk to the shopkeeper."

Nod.

"I'm less good with the talking. Do you need me for anything right now?"

"I think that's it, Kylie, thanks."

"No problem! Call me again if you're in town."

She strolls off.

They head inside.

The shop isn't very crowded. A heavily adorned half elf turns her nose up at them as they pass. 

The shopkeeper, a rotund, slimy creature, greets them amicably.

"Welcome, come in, come in! What do you seek?"

"Information, principally. About a customer you may have had a few days ago?"

Elatra goes to browse.

"Many, many customers. Who are you seeking?"

Elatra finds bottles, vials, and flasks, all empty. She finds healing potions, potions of speed, and potions of invisibility.

"Man named Elgar Silverheart."

Hmm. Probably ought to pick up some of the healing. Can't necessarily count on the cleric.

"What would you like to know? Tiresome berk, weren't he."

"What did he buy?"

"Acid and a potion of invisibility. He was..."

He glances at Elatra suspiciously. 

"He didn't want to stay long. He finds us shameful." 

The shop also contains acid, tongues, and various unlabeled vials.

"Rude of him."

Acid's potentially useful. Some things can't be killed with fire.

"Yes, very rude. He spoke loudly of his plans, very much air and no thought."

"Do you remember anything specific he said?"

"You buy anything? Rude, rude. He says he was going to the prison plane." 

"I see." Carceri, huh. Interesting. She looks over to her companion. "Elatra? Find anything?"

She brings over a combination of healing potions and acid vials.

"We'll take these."

"Of course, of course. I may also recommend?"

"Sure."

He points at the unlabeled vials which contain unidentified brown and grey sludge. 

"Instant army."

"Golems?"

He says something incomprehensible.

"Gehreleths," he...clarifies?

"Ah."

"No."

He grumbles again in that incomprehensible tongue.

"One hundred and fourty jinx," he offers.

Money.

And here are their potions.

And a little bit extra. "Thanks for the help."

He bows awkwardly, refraining from shaking her hand. Probably wise.

And then they can be off.

"I think all that's left is getting supplies, then."

"No more 'contacts'?"

"I think we've got enough information to be going on with."

"Oh?"

"We know he left on the Styx, we know he's probably going to Carceri. He used to have celestial allies but I don't think many of them will still be talking to him; fiends will be, but the only party of them in the area isn't going to the same place. His daughter is chasing him, and not in a friendly way; we may be able to link up with her. He may have contracted the adventuring party, but they don't sound like too much trouble. And again, lich. If they don't know, that might turn them against him."

"Hmm."

"It's what I do. Trust me."

With all of their shopping done, the city awaits.