Not all of Inavet's life is filled with boundless excitement, running from would-be assassins and coordinating with a group that's too small to properly be considered a rebellion yet. Sometimes, it's turning one's hair brown, changing the way one's face looks subtly, and going into town to buy food and various necessary supplies. Like toilet paper. Toilet paper is important. No one ever talks about how important it is, but no one would like to go without it, fugitive or no.
There are no arcanists in the town (they'd spot each other immediately, if not able to exactly pin down each other's locations) so she feels - well. Not safe. She's never safe. Less on edge, maybe. All of attempts to hurt her from the people around her wouldn't do any permanent damage, and she'd be able to overpower any of them easily. She'd even be able to escape a mob, if they decided to mob, for some reason. Illusions are handy that way.
So she's quite surprised when she turns a corner and finds a freestanding door in the middle of an alley.
