Lehasti watches Turi approach Muminofrah, brows furrowed in thought and concern, her chin resting on the fingers of one gauntleted fist. "We must tread lightly, Vershab," says the paladin quietly. "We seek a favor from this woman, who has the ear of the Ruby Prince. Subterfuge of any sort would likely be seen as treachery." She lapses into silence, brooding gaze continuing to rest on the young rogue.

Azkin's gaze mirrors his mistress's, but with stronger notes of confusion and worry. The young cleric fidgets, leaning heavily on his spear as he shuffles balance from one foot to the other nervously. "He doesn't look comfortable... but what's the worst she could do?" he whispers furtively to Lehasti. "She won't eat him or anything, right?" he chuckles weakly, the forced attempt at humor falling somewhat flat.

"Not in the sense you imagine, Azkin." The paladin murmurs sardonically. Glancing to her side and noting the young cleric's continued confusion, she continues, "Take heart. He is a wily young man, and we are but yards away. If he needs our aid, it will be swift in coming."