Holmwood

There was a muted thud, and another a few seconds later, followed by a crash coming from somewhere in the building. 
That will be Connwear and the savages making their entrance. More than enough to draw attention to themselves.

I swear, he keeps locking this only to amuse himself...
As if working a lock while crouching on a very narrow stone sill fifteen metres up in the air wasn't difficult enough on its own, the rain was getting heavier and a distant rumble announced that it was turning into a lightning storm. 

"Lady Maerion, it is a privilege to meet you at last, and to welcome you to our fair city."

It wasn't all that different from watching a mother nip and tuck at her daughters before taking them to be paraded in front of a host of suitors, standing in that store while the tailor and Lord Denien spoke of different fabrics and cuts, the two brothers propped in front of full length mirrors wearing half-finished jackets with various patches of cloth being attached and removed as new ideas were suggested and old discarded. 

How in the blazes are we going to pull this off?

This is proving to be fruitless.
The evening spent at the dockside tavern hadn't yielded anything of use, much like the day following Havaldr around while he dealt with his merchant's business. Only rumours and gossip of little value, a captain's unfaithful wife, the threat of corsairs looming closer to the city, fishermen's tall tales, the drunken boasting of thugs and lowlifes. 
And no lead on this Mendel fellow either.

"Home .."

"Trade licences? You'll need to speak with the Lord's steward, Tarias. He's new on the job, so I've not yet dealt with him myself, but he can't be worse than the last ones we've had."

"And now you forgot all about me again," grumbled Ameren when her sword easily slipped past Havaldr's shoddy attempt of a block, letting the flat side of the blade smack down on his arm. "Back to the start."

"Lond Daer? It was once a great and proud harbour of the Númenóreans, now it's a free port and a haven for all manner of seafaring outlaws, scoundrels, rogues, and smugglers. It's still mostly a crumbling ruin that's been abandoned to the ages, but near the docks it has been rebuilt, then that's rotted and been partly rebuilt again, and that bit is bustling with all the activity of a small town.