Alth, Rahm, and Darr moved to Attaly's bed, the young rogue holding a large sack, the wizard holding a sleeping potion. For a moment, Alth said nothing, amazed by the power radiating from her frail body. A quick glance at Rahm told Alth that the young man could not sense power; it was a rare gift indeed. Alth motioned to Rahm, telling him to give Attaly the potion. Swiftly, Rahm held her nose until her mouth opened, then poured part of the potion in. Attaly stirred a moment, then curled up into a tight ball. Alth lifted her as Darr opened his sack. He froze a moment as the young girl snuggled her head closer to his chest. Quickly but gently, Alth dumped Attaly into the sack.

"Hurry, get under the cloak…" Alth hissed. They jostled around a bit, making sure that the cloak covered everyone. They were outside the room when Rahm tripped, knocking into Darr. The cloak was pulled away, revealing Darr and the sack. In surprise, the young rogue dropped his burden, and had to stoop to catch it. The sack opened slightly, and Attaly's red-topped head spilled out. She was still asleep. Darr quickly stuffed her back in the sack, held the cloak tightly about him, and walked on quickly with the other two.