"Oh, I think I have an idea. I have quite the vivid imagination, you know," she grinned back, the mental picture of Kendric near apoplectic with laughter an amazing one for her mental portfolio. She would have to give that poor boy a kiss if she ever saw him again.... except that would probably make him implode, given his meek and sweet Chantry-boy personality, but hey. It was never too late to corrupt an innocent, and Azabeth sought to topple those who had the farthest to fall.
Now what. Good question. "Well," she hazarded, "how long do you think Kerrast's boys will be looking for you? Do you even have any idea where the Chantry is in relation to this place?"