Gweyn nodded. It sounded like they had come to a consensus.
“That is fine. I am inclined to say that protective items will be more important in general than offensive ones. But look at how much use we have gotten out of this hat.” She smiled, faintly. “It has been invaluable. And, with that being said…”
She took the hat, and rose.
“I must prepare. I will be back later tonight and let you know if I came across anything unusual.”
Gweyn then retired to her room and got ready for her evening out. She mentally prepared herself to be ‘on’ and interacting socially with others for several hours. It would probably be trying, because she did not particularly care for most people.
She then left for the evening. As always, she took a circuitous route back to Barvasi’s lair. Partway there, she ducked into an alley, and used the hat to change her appearance to that of an affluently-dressed young fellow with a moon-pocked face. She mingled and chatted on the main deck, watching the guards and determining their patterns. Once, she caught a glimpse inside the throne room, and saw the occupied cage still hanging from the ceiling. She did not try to contact the dragonkin, though, but just went about her business of socializing.
By the time Gweyn got home, she was exhausted. Too much talking to too many fake people. She felt the vague need to punch someone in the face, but did not. Instead, she went to bed. The next day, she rose and went through her daily ritual, telling her sisters about all she had observed. In turn, they told her that they had purchased the scrolls. That night, she went back and did the same thing, this time as a different patron, a corpulent fellow with overly perfumed sleeves. Again, she observed the guards. The next night after, she went as a new patron, an ordinary fellow with conservative dress.
On the fourth night, they set out.
Gweyn knew she could rely on Visara and Narissa to take up their positions and do the jobs they had discussed. Meanwhile, Gweyn got as close as she could without coming into the guards’ scrutiny, then took out the scroll. She cast the spell easily, feeling the magical aura ripple over her. She held her hand up in front of her face. Invisible.
She cast her whispering message spell immediately after, then quietly made her way toward the ship, and walked onto the main deck. There was enough mingling and chatter that no one seemed to notice her. When the guards rotated out, she slipped into the throne room. There was no one inside but the pseudodragon.