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"Thank you," Odilen said politely, bowing her head respectfully to Saevem. "We appreciate it. She spoke once using a familiar... a moogle..." She wondered briefly if they'd have to find that creature again as well. Who had it gone home with? Maybe Artemecion would know, or Stiltzkin - the two busybody mogs tended to concern themselves with knowing everyone's business.

The bard also made a mental note to look and see, when they returned to the tavern, if Saevem really was listed in the phone book.

An annoyed microexpression briefly crossed her face as she listened to Saevem. All this running around when they could have just called! Oh well, at least it had given them something to do, even if it had all been for naught.

Quinn smiled at Shyam, running a finger down his nose, "Of course! Sorry I was so grumpy... I hate not knowing what's going on!"

Mirror looked up to Akiya and then he leveled his tired gaze to Saevam. (Well actually, she was...sort of at his height so...) Knitting his brows he agreed with his large friend, "I believe I need to return to the tavern as well. I left my familiars there and they both don't get along too well with one another so worry has been eating away at my mind. I'll stay here for perhaps an hour to regain my strength before I start flying back or I'll leave whenever Akiya leaves. I don't want to travel by myself over the..." Mirror gulped, "...Water."

The Al Sylian was relieved to find that Saevam was alright and next time they needed to get to her, they'd know to first...Look in the phonebook. Besides, he was curious to get back to the tavern and await for the Overlord's next message. It intrigued him greatly and he had a burning desire to figure out what was going on. It might give him a chance to redeem himself for crimes long since past. Mirror gave a nod and yawned softly, covering his mouth politely with one hand and then stretching his arms and wings far into the air.

"Sounds like lectures from the conclave." Saevem replied with a smile as she rose to her feet and padded towards the door where they had come in, it was still a little open on the latch and it was only after a few moments that she realised that it was beginning to rain rather heavily across the city as though the weather from Gambino had finally reached them.

"I would suggest hurrying though, or you will find yourself even more wet than you ever thought possible." She cooed teasingly and released a chuckle at the concept of them being even more drowned and sullen than they already were, "That and it is beginning to get dark once more - terribly odd weather these days." She mused.

"Thank you, Lady Saevem," Odilen said, stifling a yawn, then scowling a bit as she realized their old friend the rain had come to visit. Again. Twice-drenched by the same storm...

"I think I'll return to my wagon, actually. It's on this side of the water, and I have... things I need to tend to." Like making sure Mogki and Flamme hadn't killed the baby, for one thing, she realized, cringing. Ugh. She really shouldn't have gone away for so long, even if the child did seem oddly capable for such a little thing. "I will try to reconvene with the rest of you after I have a nap and do that, provided things clear." And this time, she'd bring the child across to the Tavern and find her a proper baby-sitter, besides the familiars.

Spark hissed as he was poked away from the fire.

Shyam stepped out into the rain and stared agape at Quinny as she took off on Therin.... alone.

"Well, so much for your agreeing to explain things to me on the way back to the Tavern," he grumbled under his breath.

Heaving a great sigh, he walked over to the Blue Chocobo who had been serving him well this day. Before untying his wrap from the post where he was hitched, the rogue dug out a large patch of Ghysal greens from his pack and fed them to the chocobo.

He tried really hard not to let his mood match that of the rain around him, but it was getting harder. Shyam dropped his head, so no one could see the pain that he knew must be on his face.

He was trying to befriend new people, but from Vincent to Quinny, he just kept getting snubbed. He couldn't blame Odilen for being exhausted. Actually, he encouraged her to take care of herself and her family. Everyone else in the group was running themselves ragged... but for what? That's all he wanted to understand. Was any of this even worse wasting any more time over?

"I'll still go to the Tavern," he decided internally. "If nothing else, than to see Trelweny since she always made him smile." He fed the chocobo the last of the green and then mounted behind its wings. With one last look back at Saevam's house, and the others filing out, he put on his best "smile mask", waved at them, and then took off in the direction of the Turtle's Paradise.

Odilen nodded again to Saevem and Vincent before stepping out into the rain and trying to orient herself. Okay, if the clock tower was there... then the direction of her wagon was... here...

"See you all at the tavern in... a few hours," she called to the others, waving with one winged arm before turning.

Spark groused and sulked under her skirts. Boco hrumphed and grumbled on her head.

"Knock it off," Odilen sighed, stifling a yawn as she drew her cloak tightly around herself and began to walk. Hopefully the blue chocobo would still be there.