This grows boring.

Time to go elsewhere, it seems.

She steers them back towards the wider darktown. 

It remains much as they left it.

Possibly the most interesting thing they find is a stall marketing a variety of nasty poisons to the various unsavory types who pass through regularly. It's run by the Carta, though, so showing their faces to purchase anything might be somewhat fraught.

Her snakes are unparalleled at poison making. She'll pass, but if nothing else interesting crops up she'll get bored with this space.

Some miscellaneous gang violence and a couple random beatings. Other than that, they've exhausted the charms of the place.

Ah well.

On to investigate and possibly terrorize the Viscount? 

They'll have to take the long way out; up some stairs and out through Lowtown. The upside of this is that they'll have the chance to see a blond elf and the mage from the first day hurrying in to Darktown as they're leaving.

- She about faces and starts following them.

Her mage survived! (The extent to which he is actually hers is debatable, but she does feel a bit possessive.)

"So the short one just... looked at you, and you passed out?" the elf is saying.

     "It was some kind of illusion," the other growls. "She tortured me for three days, then I wake up and get back here and find out it's only been a day and a half."

"Sounds like fun."

     "It really, really wasn't."

"Did Isabela ever tell you about the time she and I-"

     "I don't want to hear it, Zevran."

Oh, this Zevran might make an interesting pet...

"It's all in the mindset, you know-"

     " I said I don't want to hear it. Let's just get to the Carta and find out what they know.

"I don't think they'll be in much of a mood to talk, my friend."

     "Good. Neither am I. They can take my help and answer my questions and we'll all get what we want that much faster, or they can refuse and there'll be one less gang in town."

"Isabela was right. You are crazy."

"I think the blond's our assassin."

"I think so too! And my mage seems delightful so far. I might want to see about keeping them, for at least a short time."

"You'll be responsible for housebreaking them, then."

...She misses her sister suddenly.

Still, she nods, and says, "Of course."

"We should find a spot for an ambush, and lay a trail."

"Yes. That does seem likely to be fun."

"The house would be convenient. You wouldn't have to drag them very far."

"Indeed."

"I do, for what it's worth, generally prefer to offer someone some sort of option when it comes to captivity. But I doubt there's something they wouldn't trade for a bit of quality time."

"How... considerate."

She shrugs. "I have an aesthetic preference for everyone having freedom of action. Sometimes the collision of that results in them getting tortured, but, well, not my problem."

"Quite. Well, as long as you're happy."

"I have been, lately!"

She grins. "I know."

Back to the house?

Back to the house!

"What sort of traps would you like?"