Once the procession had passed and the boat lit and sent on its way, Vithrain, who had seen his brother amongst the archers, climbed carefully down to the ground and made his way back to the inn.

No doubt a message would be forthcoming to attend upon the Countess.
In the mean time he had a map of the town to pour over. It was a very basic sketch that he had bought from a local store but it was better than nothing.

Great idea, but I'm a Baroness ;-)

What am I?

A white-winged fish that parts the waves
I ply the sparkling waste.
I'm bound by ropes, and pulled by cloth,
Lest merchants lose their haste.

Where am I?

My first is in south but not in north;
My second is in picture but not in play;
My third is in fourth and also in worth;
My fourth is in book and also in cook;
My fifth is in toe but not in sew;
My sixth is in life but not in death;
And together I'm found where children abound.

What am I?

My belly is round
And bound with iron bonds;
What I carry always raises a cheer.
Murder have I not done;
Stolen not; cheated not;
Yet a peg is beaten into my head

Where am I?

My coat is green and I can speak
Of several things, but mostly cheek.
In such a prison I am set
That has more loopholes than a net.

What am I?

I've neither top nor bottom,
Yet I hold bone and skin;
I hardly ever make a noise,
And yet my name's a din.

Where am I?

Ill-matched is my visage to my frame -
Horns are on my head, the rest a hideous man;
By fume well known through all the Allansian lands;
From man and beast together is my name.