:Hrrm. Probably still better to move? Randomizing it seems like a good idea. Or I guess we could wait and see if the alarms pick something up, but - it feels risky, in case they drop on top of us by surprise somehow, and we know Leareth and the other mages won't be back and in fighting shape for at least a day: 

:Yeah. I'll let the mage know:

:We should move,: she tells him. :I'm going to randomize time and also flip a coin to pick a location as soon as the time randomization says go, okay? Please update the people in Haven accordingly, I assume you have some protocol to avoid interrupting at a bad moment:

:All right. I'll get ready to go, I'll be right over: 

Belrun gets her go bag. Starts rolling dice.

The mage joins her about three minutes later, looking mildly annoyed. "Still nothing on the alarms, but - figure you wanted to go anyway?" 

"We could wait till an alarm goes off but that loses us the randomization of time. Presumably if Leareth were interruptible at this moment you would have heard about that when you commed in?"

"I was told Leareth should be assumed not to be interruptible at any moment except for a life-or-death emergency, he can check in with the relay people on his own time." 

"Right. So, we could wait till there's an alarm but Amshalan thinks it's before tomorrow morning, which could be, say, the middle of the night, I don't think it'd be better to wake you up at a candlemark past midnight and need a Gate instantly."

"That makes sense. Guess there's not a huge reason we need to be here in particular, with everyone else gone, and the backup locations are just as secure." The mage leans against the wall. "Tell me when, I guess." 

Belrun rolls dice. Eventually says, "When."

And he Gates them to a different spot, a somewhat larger, equally underground library-bunker tucked into the foothills on the northern side of the East Wall Mountains, about fifty miles south and a hundred miles west of the previous spot. 

Through they go. "Hello?" Belrun calls.

"Who is i– Oh. Belrun, right?" A young woman who looks like probably one of the guard-staff ducks out of a small room next to the Gate-threshold. "Problem in your other facility?" 

"Foresight twigged to one and we didn't wait for an alarm. It would be cool if it were nothing but it could be a gryphon army so we bailed. Can you show us to rooms and the dining hall and such?"

That can be arranged. This one has more guest rooms, though most of them are bunk bed multi-person rooms, and a bigger dining hall, and a room for doing weapons training in. 

Well, there's only the four of them, albeit one a magic horse, and they can share if that's expedient. Belrun would just as soon be near Dara and Amshalan both anyway. She gets some lunch.

Amshalan hangs out in the dining hall with her; it's spacious enough that she can move around comfortably. 

"Want, um, some hay or something?" one of the cook's assistants asks her, on their way past with another platter to refill the lunch table. 

:No, thank you, I ate recently. Some grain for tonight and some sort of trough I can actually drink out of would be appreciated though: 

Belrun pats her. "A bucket will do if you're short on troughs."

Dara is very quiet and picks at her food. 

"You okay?"

"Just - wish we could skip the the part where we're not sitting here being stressed. Really hope it was the right call coming here." 

"Yeah, me too. You want to, I don't know, play cards or something, take our minds off it - I can't concentrate on a book or anything at the moment -"

"Sure, let's do that."