The sun had sunk below the horizon roughly an hour ago, but Daranbar pushed on despite the thickening darkness. The lights of Ebou Dar were growing closer and he intended to spend the evening in an inn, sipping wine, rather than under the stars. Entering the city went by without event, though they did get some stares for the long cloaks they had donned just before entering the city. “Best to be cautious for the time.” Daranbar told himself. He had to admit, though, that the cloaks were oppressive in the sweltering heat, made all the worse by their jump into the south. The setting of the sun did little to relieve the climate, though; at least they wouldn’t get burned. Taim had shown his faithful students a trick to help them ignore inclimate temperatures, but despite that ability, Daranbar could still feel the weight of the climate. “There.” One of the other Asha’Man was pointing to a well-kept inn across the street from them. “It seems like a nice place Daran, perhaps they’ll be a few wenches for us as well.” He smiled as he said the last, but quickly smoothed his features when his leader didn’t return the mirth. “The Wandering Woman.” Daran said aloud. “Yes, it will do for the night.” Returning his gaze to the man who had spotted the inn he added. “The women in Ebou Dar are not what you are used to, my friend, be cautious. If you cause trouble for us, I’ll hang your head from the tree myself!” The mood grew notably more somber as the men stabled their horses and made their way into the inn. They did not bring much on their journey; each man carried a small script, and a healthy purse of gold. That would be all they needed on this excursion. “Rent yourselves rooms, and spend the evening mingling, as usual, we will begin in the morning.” Daran instructed his men. Recruiting in larger town and cities presented more risks than the smaller communities. All it took was for one person to call you a dark friend, or dragon sword, and the trip was all but ruined. The best way to start was with idle conversation, feeling out the atmosphere of those would – be recruits.