"Understood," the man sighed, closing the flap on the bomb pouch. "This is the only city for miles...they've got to be here somewhere. I'll check the slums again." Hitting a thermal, the flying man silently angled towards a different part of the city.
Below him, Sharal'tar sighed with relief as a familiar stony wall appeared in front of them. "There, we're done with the stupid garden. Now get up there." Splaying her fingers, she shot several vines up and over the top, connecting to the nearest rooftop. Flora took the ropes first, peeking to ensure nobody was wandering the street as she shimmied her way to the rooftop. From Yurei's position in the rock garden, he'd easily be able to see her reach the balcony to their hostel room and shimmy through the window.
"Whoa!" Kojurro jumped as someone abruptly appeared behind him. "I'm never going to get used to that. How was the supply run?"
"Went great!" Flora took off her backpack and dumped several pounds of nonperishable goods on the table. "Hope y'all like seal jerky. And they only had a single signet ring, how's this design?"
Kojurro examined it in the flickering candelight. "Hmm. I'm not sure Presley would believe I'd use a beetle for my symbol, but if it's the only option..."
"Wait, what are you doing with Presley?" Sharal'tar asked, following Flora through the window. Presley August was the rival treasure hunter racing them to secure the fortune at the end of Kojurro's map.
"I'm sending him an offer for parlay. Several thousand miles from here." Kojurro shrugged. "The offer is false, but if he accepts it might slow him down."
"Sounds worth a shot," Flora shrugged. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I want to freshen up before we hit the desert again tomorrow."
Heading to the bathroom and locking the door, she quickly shed her clothes and started a shower. The water likely wouldn't remain hot for very long, if previous desert towns had been any indication, but a rinse of any length would be relaxing after so many days of travel.