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“Very well, I leave that to you.” Rahiq agreed with Richter. There would be a number of issues with Rahiq's method of earning money... At least while Richter could see her. Rahiq turned to her normal self, back to her natural voice, skin and hair. She looked at the cloak on her shoulders... Perhaps if she was able to dress better for the weather she could head out by herself to make some of that money...

“First things first.” Rahiq put forward; stopping as Richter stepped out of the inn. “I need a cloak.” She said, and simply walked back in. After all, just the artefact was an awfully thin layer to put between the cold and her skin. She had to sneeze again and her head felt warm, something she had thought to be a blessing but actually became quite a hassle. Rahiq searched around the room, and was fortunate enough to find a thick warm coat hanging over a chair. She waited a few seconds for the innkeeper to look the other way, then grabbed it and walked outside, following Richter.

“A drunkard took pity on me.” told him, anticipating a question, but quickly changed the subject. “Now what is the road we are taking? Are you sure you know the way?”