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Althea choked down her food as two cloaked figures left the bar. Waiting a few seconds, Althea tapped on the table and stood up before proceeding to tail them out of the bar. If they had any connection with the teleporter, she needed to find out. They'd recognize her, though. Being sure she wasn't seen, Althea removed her cloak. She rolled her black hair up in a ponytail that slaves would use. Under the cloak, she had been wearing clothes that made her look like a slave. She was, in fact, a poor servant from another town. For once, this worked to her advantage.

Althea picked up a bucket in a storage room and followed the cloaked figures at a safe distance. If she was spotted, she would just nonchalantly continue about her business. Stepping out of the bar, she hoped she was wrong about her suspicions.