Leareth spends the morning planning for a journey. He goes through the box of artifacts retrieved from Velgarth, picking out replacements for the ones Nefreti took and also some additional protections that he would generally use when he's on a risky journey rather than asleep in his bed in a secure bunker. He doesn't have much in the way of travel gear other than that, given the weight limitation on packing and his preference to spend it on books and records instead, so he asks Hagan what they're likely to need. Probably the pharaoh will be willing to lend him some things? 

"Gear for camping, probably? Rations, bedroll, backpack, change of clothes, knife... IWe could do a shopping run in Sothis or Absalom, or ask his pharaohiness though you'll want stuff that isn't identifiably his."

Leareth is happy to do a shopping run in Sothis but he's not sure his money will be accepted here?

(He still wants to make a large donation to an orphanage in Sothis, just in case his alignment is borderline enough for that to shift it, though he kind of doubts that; any moral-assessment system that judges him evil at all will probably judge him very evil. Anyway, his organization needs a while to actually transport a significant amount of gold to a location someone can grab it so he's hoping he can ask Fazil to handle that. In the meantime he's really not sure what to do about the problem where he reads as Evil and thus inherently untrustworthy to everyone here.) 

"I can spot you the money to go shopping in Sothis, that's not at issue. And Mahdi can make your alignment undetectable every day, though if we get caught at it it'll be a touch awkward."

"That is probably the best thing to do and I will try not to be caught at it. ...If we are caught casting the spell, how much worse do you think that would be than showing up Evil in the first place? Also, is it suspicious in itself to have undetectable alignment?" 

"It's impossible to tell the difference between having undetectable alignment and just being neutral, - or not being powerful enough to have a reading, though if you weren't powerful enough to have a reading it'd be weird for you to be travelling with us. 

- I'm not sure how bad it'll be because I don't think they have truth magic, not having divine casters. Normally they'd just, you know, ask twenty different ways if you're a Chelish spy. I'm sure they won't, like, murder us on the spot about it, they didn't have an alignment restriction for the job and no one's going to work for them if they're starting shit like that. But they might kick us out, and they might if they're paranoid want to question us for a while without truth magic."

Leareth nods. "It still seems worth doing the spell, then." 

He makes a list for the shopping run. 

Hagan can go with him if he wants help with haggling or local experience detecting poor quality or anything. 

Sure, that would be appreciated. (Leareth is still skimming the surface thoughts of everyone not shielding him out, and expects he can figure out if he's being deliberately overcharged, but that still doesn't mean he knows the local style of haggling or can detect poor quality that a merchant themselves isn't aware of.) 

They they can head out for a shopping trip in Sothis.

Vanyel spends the morning trying his best to focus on a concert that Fazil and Mahdi drag him to; it's not helpful to keep dwelling on what might be going on in Haven. He's exhausted after a couple of hours and goes back to intermittently trying to nap and trying to distract himself by reading. 

–Around midafternoon, he abruptly sits up, glancing around a bit frantically and extending his Thoughtsensing to see who's watching him right now, he wasn't paying attention for the last while. 

Fazil is.

"Fazil, I - I think - Yfandes isn't blocking me..." His mind is straining out trying to reach her, like grasping for something just past his fingertips, he can feel that it's there but not touch it. "I think - she's out of range–"

" - then we should have Mahdi go get her. He'll be in the library -"

"I don't know where that is." He's already scrambling out of bed, though. 

He can lead the way. 

"Can you go get Yfandes she stopped blocking Van -"

"Oh. Yeah, sure. Now?"

“I - er - yes? I don’t know? Can’t talk to her. Out of range. Just -”

Vanyel is kind of shaking, hugging himself.

Mahdi teleports to Yfandes.

She's pacing restlessly in the valley where he left her; she senses his arrival instantly, twists around, gallops in his direction. :Is Van - I have to - please tell me Van's all right - I have to get back to him–:

"Yeah, let's go." And he touches her and Teleports back.

Yfandes looks frantically back and forth, gauging where she is. :Van?: 

:'Fandes!: Vanyel, suddenly unsteady on his feet, grasps at the wall for support. 

She's in a library, which calls for moving carefully, but she picks her way toward him. :Van! Oh, gods, I'm so sorry - I'd understand if you can't forgive me, just, I couldn't - I had to...: She ponderously shakes her head, helpless, lost for words. :I love you. I'd understand if you're - too angry to want me back just yet: 

Vanyel stands frozen, leaning on the nearest bookshelf, unable to move or speak, barely able to think.