Michelle and Az
The Illyrian forced himself awake and to where the bells sounded. He stared bleary eyed at the note and groaned. By the cauldron, bribery didn't interest Az. But, he needed food. Badly needed food.
He'd filled up a plate and bowl with food from home when he heard someone speaking, probably to herself.
"It'll either die in two days or somehow last as long as necessary like our communication devices," Az commented dryly, as he ate some stew from a bowl. He recognized Michelle as a friend of Care's.