"We will lose them among the townspeople."

"Afternoon, all," he greets the guards cheerfully as they pass, smiling at their startlement and their begun Charter Spells for immobility and binding.

"Good time for a siesta, yes?"

He politely closes the door again behind them, nudging the now-sleeping guard's foot aside with a toe. He motions to the spread of the city, smoke rising from chimneys in the early afternoon sunlight. "Belisaere."