"True enough," Dolanna sighed. "All of you, stay out of sight until Phandebrass and I return. If you must go out, then do so in disguise. Camara Tal, are you capable of turning a Demon?"
"I might be able to turn one of those cambisi, but I don't have the strength to turn a stronger Demon," she answered.
"What do you mean, turn?" Dar asked curiously.
"On this world, the only thing that can affect a Demon anymore is the gods," Dolanna explained. "Priests, who are the agents of that power, can use it in similar ways. A Priest has the power to turn the undead, the embodiments of darkness, to cause them to flee from the divine presence that the priest can project. A very powerful priest can destroy undead with that divine presence, for the power the priest is borrowing can be strong enough to sever the link between the undead and the dark energies that cause them to exist. Camara Tal did that when we battled Jegojah," she said with a bit of tightness around her eyes. "She banished the undead minions that the Doomwalker attempted to summon, though her power was incapable of affecting the Doomwalker itself. Demons are similar to the undead, and can also be turned, if the priest is exceptionally powerful."
"I'm not that strong," Camara Tal admitted. "I doubt any priest on Sennadar is. It would take the god herself to show up and do it."
"I don't have a god in my pocket, but I do know a couple of spells specifically designed to affect Demons," Phandebrass said. "Wizard magic can affect Demonkind, if they are specific spells aimed at them."
"Because Wizard magic comes from someplace other than this world," Dolanna agreed with a nod. "I did not think you would have spells like that, Phandebrass."
"I dabble in ancient magic," he told her. "I say, most modern mages wouldn't have those spells."
"Lucky for us you're such a busybody," Sarraya laughed.
He smiled at her warmly. "If we can find a suitable inn, I could lay a protective circle around it, I could. No Demon would be able to cross that line."
"What kind of inn would we need?"
"I say, a building that stands alone," he replied. "With a dirt or stone courtyard surrounding it. Someplace where I could draw the circle without its continuity being interrupted."
"An inn may not work, but a house might," Sarraya said. "I've been flying around this city for days, Phandebrass. You're not going to find many inns like that. A house, on the other hand, may be perfect. I've seen a couple surrounded by a fence. You could do your magic along the fence's perimeter."
"I say, only if they are circular, Sarraya," he smiled. "It must be a circle I draw. The magic depends on that."
"I didn't see any of those," she said, shifting a bit on Tarrin's head as he looked up at Phandebrass.
"How hard would it be to find a suitable house?" Phandebrass asked.
"Not hard at all," Dar answered. "There are agencies in Dala Yar Arak that rent houses short-term to visiting merchants. My father uses them when he travels here. We just need to find one of them and tell him what we want, and he'll find it for us."
"Then perhaps you should come with us, my boy," Phandebrass said. "I say, my Arakite isn't all that great, and it's not something I think we need to mangle in the translation."
"It shouldn't take long. If we have the money up front, we could have a house by tonight," Dar told Dolanna.
"Money's not a problem," Sarraya grinned. "I can conjure all the gold you need."
"Is it going to disappear?" Camara Tal asked sharply.
"You read too many fables, Camara," Sarraya grinned. "The gold I conjure will be just as real as the gold in your purse. It just won't be minted coins. It will be raw gold, but I can make them into coin-sized discs if you want it that way. I can't conjure refined goods, only naturally existing materials. The shape is up to me, but I can't duplicate a minting strike. That's just too much detail."
"I think we could negotiate with the house broker with gold nuggets," Dolanna assured the Amazon. "If we pose as ore merchants, it would seem reasonable for us to pay in ore. And unminted gold coins would look suspicious."
"Alright then, it sounds like a plan," Camara Tal said. "Dar, Dolanna, and Phandebrass will go find a more secure place to stay. The rest of us are going to stay right here in this tent until you come back. If you don't mind, Renoit."
The portly circus master, who had been completely silent, nodded gracefully. "It will be no problem, Camara, yes. This tent, consider it yours for now. My regret, it is only that you will not be performing, no."
"Renoit, I think you would be better off without us endangering your people," Dolanna told him with a smile. "I think we can impose on Sarraya to conjure you an entire chest full of gold, as a token of our tremendous appreciation for everything you have done for us. We would never have made it here if not for you and your kindness."
"Payment, it is not necessary, no," he replied with a gentle smile. "Your goal, it is a noble one. I am happy only to have been part of your mission. Things, if they go well, it will be enough for me to know I mattered."
"You've done more than matter, Renoit," Tarrin told him, looking him in the eyes. "You've been a great help to us. You put up with me, despite the fact that I directly threatened your people. You bent over backwards for us, even when it conflicted with your own plans. You even lost friends over us. We won't forget that. Ever. Sarraya is going to give you a large chest of gold, and you'll have our gratitude to go with it." He stared at the surprised circus master. "And if you ever need our help, just let us know. We'll find a way to help you."
Renoit gawked at him, then he laughed suddenly. "From you, that is a surprising speech, yes," he said with a rueful grin. "My people, they did not find you a burden, Tarrin. Your behavior, they understood it, yes. And they miss you, in their own way. Many of them, even Henri, they admitted that they felt safe with you on board. Any trouble, they knew you would deal with it. More, that was worth, than the need of stepping around you, yes."
Tarrin was surprised. Had they really felt that way? After all the trouble he caused the people in the circus, they still had the heart to feel he wasn't as bad as all that? In a strange way, it made him feel a great deal better. Even total strangers, people he didn't like, had the compassion to accept him. It made him feel ashamed for treating them the way he did.
"Arrangements, I must make them, yes," Renoit said, standing up. "Dolanna, dear friend, help is here, if you need it, yes. Just ask."
"We appreciate that, Renoit," Dolanna answered.
Renoit left without another word, leaving Tarrin quietly digesting his words. "We must go, Dolanna," Phandebrass said. "I say, we have to step lively. We don't want to be in an unprotected place at sunset."
"Yes, yes," Dolanna agreed, standing up. "Dar, come with us. The rest of you, please, stay inside and out of sight."
"I'll keep them from wandering, Dolanna," Camara Tal assured her. "Then again, these three probably won't cause any problems. At least they'd better not."
"Good luck," Allia told Dar as he stood up. "Be careful."
"We'll be alright," he told her with a smile, and then he touched the Weave and placed an Illusion over himself, his appearance changing to that of a short, older man in a very elegant black silk robe. Dolanna also hid herself behind an Illusion, that of a veiled Arakite with large, almond-colored eyes. Phandebrass' weathered skin, browned from living on a ship, and white hair allowed him to pass more or less for an older Arakite, albeit a pale one.
"Let us be off," Dolanna herded the others. "We do not have much time."