Levain

"-see how she totters, see how she tumbles.
And see how she's rolling, all upon the salt wat-ah!"
Ameren frowned as her voice cracked and then cleared her throat. 

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."

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

"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."