"Hey, yeah, I'm not really an offical guard, like? I'm in the personal guard of the Condesa of Halmyris," (He looks proud of this). "but, like, I do know a guy in the Convention Guard who helped me before?"

Lluís briefly considers making his report and heading back, but the desire to be quit of this situation does not overpower the worry that it will be worse if the report is garbled through multiple retellings. "Great, could you take me to them? I really don't know who to bother about this."

The convention is livelier today than it was yesterday. The more heavily armored guards will see if someone cares about a missing delegate, but Lluís might be in for a wait. (Pau was waiting anyway.)

He waits. Eventually someone takes pity on him and takes a report, so he can return to the docks, where he hopes there hasn't been too much trouble in his absence.

There has been too much trouble. Jeroni, who was supposed to be watching the drunk delegate, had to respond to a theft, and came back to find that his throat was slit and his purse taken. Jeroni has already abandoned his armor and fled elsewhere into the city; Lluís has to find this out from a street vendor. He grimaces and decides to do the same.