“Whazzat?” Danilo sat up abruptly, staring bleary-eyed into the grim face of the half-elf until his vision focused. “Oh. Hello there. I suppose it’s time for my watch?” “Time to leave,” she said flatly. “Oh. If you say so.” Danilo struggled to his feet and stretched, shifting this way and that and wincing as he worked out some stiff spots. “Where are we going?” “Waterdeep.” “Oh, marvelous,” he said, brightening. “We can probably catch up with one of the merchant trains within a few days and” “No,” she broke in quietly. “No?” Danilo looked puzzled, stopping in mid-stretch. “Whyever not?” Arilyn explained with the patience usually afforded a rather slow child. “A very skillful tracker has been following me. I was headed west when he lost me. I’m assuming he knows my routes and habits well enough to consider Waterdeep my logical destination. He is likely to take the most common route, the trade route. If we were to travel with a merchant train, he could easily catch up.”
