As they got to the shoreline, they could see the building as a lone one surrounded by open field. Other temporary structures, such as three rudimentary guard towers, made of lean to sticks and badly made struts, as well as a number of tents, told of its current use. It was a terracotta red in colour, bold but aged enough for it to be weathered, the hue faded into a dirt brown at points that faced the sea directly. The roof was simple slate tiles and the entrance faced the land, so it was clear as the party approached that it was indeed a warehouse.

Huge doors spoke of huge contents. But the tents themselves were small, so it could be presumed that the beings were not. The usual humans, elves and dwarves, along with a few odd flavours - such as the faun and kenku. As they got close enough to begin to see figures in the guard towers, straining their own eyes in the dying light, Stare gestured for them to stop and sharply pulled her horse down to where a hill began.

There was no clear path to take, not even up to the warehouse, and so it was over uneven ground the mounts went. The tera'k lowed as he was pushed into a sudden other direction and Veridian hissed, but Philomel out her faith in the kenku, this time, her heart pounding as she knew she was so close.

They gained to the cover of the land's rise and all were on edge. Stare began to slip from her mount and the faun followed after. Turning to face Philomel she paused for a moment, then nodded.

"If you go in, they will form suspicions. Fauns are rare as is."

Philomel nodded slowly. "Indeed. But I can very easily gain past their borders, take out a guard before you come in after." She patted her sword hilt happily.

Shaking her head slightly, Stare disagreed. She saw Albion come after, his mask still on his face. He came within earshot and it was only then she went on.

"Attacking will be no use," as the faun opened to object she firmly spoke on. "Yes I am sure you could take some out, but I fight better one on one and Albion is an assassin. Stealth is his key." Behind the faun the man nodded. "No, the best thing is for not to attack at all."

"Then why even bring me here?" Philomel said, rage starting to build. "Why even-"

"Because it is your right, as a mother," Stare shrugged. "Vitruvion is giving you this gift now, to settle things between you. As a goodwill gesture for future trade."

"Uh huh," Philomel folded her arms, taking that arrogant attitude as before. "So what's your generous plan, oh amazing one?"

"Simple," the kenku shrugged, "I go in, as my master was invited. I go to buy the kid, we essentially rescue her ... You stay here as a last resort."

Philomel's eyes narrowed. "I don't like it."

"But it works," Stare's eyes focused on hers. "Admit it."

It took a while for Philomel to think about it, her upper lip curling. "Ugh. I don't like it. But fine. But Veridian goes with you."