You spend a couple of days 'laying low' outside of the town, with your sacks of gems keeping you occupied. Ortel has work to do anyway - getting used to the shamanic bullroarer, trying to learn his part for your heist. He spends many hours whirling it over his head for an uneven droning sound; but eventually finds a pitch that makes your wolf immediately perk up and take notice. Not wanting to summon a great mass of wolves, he holds off once he's gotten the hang of it.

"Well... I suppose I'm ready to try, when you say so. I think you'll want to be in the Graeling Moot when I'm drawing and steering them; I can't imagine the beasts will be comfortable sitting and waiting idly while everyone takes their places. Where do you want Marlene and Byjan, when the time comes? Hiding with you, to break into the trophy hall? Or making themselves scarce nearby incase?"