"Yes, that's becoming increasingly clear."

"Why are you looking at Caleb's?"

"Because I have reason to believe there might be something useful or informative here."

Shianni is confused.

These boards don't seem to have been nailed in very well, it'd be pretty easy to pry them off and get inside.

He glances at his companion.

The boards come away from the door and stack themselves neatly beside it.

"Whoa!"

The door is in good condition behind the boards. Locked, of course.

Locked? Is it sure about that?

Now that she mentions it... No. It is not.

One unlocked door, good condition. Free to a good home.

She smiles and makes a little 'after you' motion to Stalas.

And Stalas leads the way inside.

It's full of elf-sized cages, stacked floor to ceiling. There's an aisle of space down one side that leads back and around a corner.

...well then.

Onward? Onward.

"Wh- these aren't Caleb's. Where did they come from?"

"The magisters, I'm sure."

"Oh. Oh. Oh no. No nononono-" She stops herself, takes a deep breath.

"Yeah."

And is there anything interesting around that corner...?

Room full of various chains and shackles and locks. And a back door.

Great.

And the back door leads...?

To an alleyway. And a waiting magister.

"Here already? You do move quickly."

"I cheat. Stalas Aeducan, delighted to make your acquaintance."

"Eliana Fabil. Likewise. Might we continue inside? I confess myself somewhat ill at ease standing with my back exposed."

"Oh, by all means."

She nods thanks, and enters.

"What are you doing?! She's one of them!"