Chaceledon shook his head. “I would rather we stay together, Seteta. You’re right. Even if we’re caught we can play it off as just a short jaunt, and we just...part ways.” he clearly didn’t like the idea. He bit his lip a bit. If they were caught, and he never saw Seteta again...somehow there was a small knot in the pit of his stomach at the idea. “But we are not getting caught. We are going to go south through the Cortosi coast, head north to Pedeo, declare asylum and be rid of the bastard forever.”
“With Seteta as a guide we could potentially go deeper into the sands if Persian denies us shelter.” Volker agreed.
Seteta watched as Chaceledon bit his lip, clearly a little apprehensive. "It wouldn't hurt to have a plan in place, in case we are forced to separate for a while, whether because of Oor or other complications," she suggested. "However that would certainly be best to discuss separate from Rheinhard." She gave the man an apologetic glance. "But yes, I can certainly make us vanish into the depths of Amol-Kalit, if necessary."
As Rheinhard said he'd set up the tent already, then gathered dishes and went to purchase... something that she wasn't quite sure of the purpose of, but was sure she would learn. Something about the way Rheinhard avoided answering about leaving the camp unattended, though, made her leery of what they might find when they made it there. Chaceledon's voice interrupted her worry, though.
“Walk with me.” he offered his hand to her. “I wanted to talk to you. If...my current husband comes and finds us, I don’t want you to leave with nothing. You deserve something for helping us this far. I’ve hidden gemstones around Arethil. The better ones, things I don’t want Oor selling off.” he said carefully as they walked. “There is a Diamond pipe east of the Allir Portal Stone. Something that could make anyone rich beyond their wildest dreams. Straight east of the Allir stone, roughly one hundred twenty miles, in a small gulley.”
Seteta glanced out at the street. It was bathed in shadows, now, and so she quickly readjusted her headscarf. She didn't cover her face, but did make sure her ears were covered. Then she slipped her hand into Chaceledon's with a smile, still carefully clutching her chopsticks in the opposite hand. He'd given her clothes, yes, but the chopsticks... they were different. The clothes were things he'd already had, altered to fit her. The chopsticks he'd made for her, specifically.
She fell into step easily beside him and listened carefully as he spoke, noting the location of the diamond pipe. If they did become separated, then having a source like that would allow her to build some assets, and maybe even pay a small army, so she could find him again. But something else he said bothered her.
"Why do you call him your husband?" she asked. "If he kidnapped you, tortured you, forced you to serve him... then any vows you made under coercion are no vows at all. I understand the necessity to act as if he's your husband when you're around him, but the first step to your freedom, I think, would be denying him power over you when you're apart."