Before heading back to Dezzel's, Rythe searches out some of her old contacts to procure some poisons and lockpicks.

The two companions meet back up at Dezzel's place, sleeping on the spare cots usually reserved for smugglers passing through. The sound of the steady flow of water around the structure brings a calming presence to this hidden abode, with the distant crashing of the waves against the tower several stories above providing a stilted white noise akin to a broken metronome.

Rythe and Misri wake up in the morning to the quiet sound of sizzling coming from one of the adjoining rooms, accompanied by the slight smell of cooking grease. Shortly after waking, Dezzel appears in the doorway holding several plates. "Good morning! I figured you could use a proper breakfast before heading off. Quality supplies are one of the benefits of this business, anyway."