The host scoffed, but looked over her shoulder, like an impatient teen. Uncomfortable, not afraid. Thoriane was impressed, despite herself. The reptile stepped forward, expecting a flinch that never came. Good.
"Get across the sea. Steal or stowaway if you have to. Just stay alive," Thoriane growled, then turned away from the host's puzzled face. "I have business to get back to. We're counting on you, Caroline."
"Who the hell are you, anyways?" The host of T'akrin shouted at the sound of her own name, but after a moment, Thoriane heard only the sound of retreating footsteps.