[ the guard leads them down a series of halls -- Balthier notes that she makes no effort to confuse or mislead them -- and opens a service door on the side. Blissfully warm dry air wafts in. She calls to another guard and they discuss for a few moments. When she returns she informs them that they will be following another guard down to move some supplies into the mess hall. Balthier notes that she does not make any real effort to keep them from running off.

She also suggests Balthier may want to restore his pants to their proper position. ]

Thank you for your concern, good lady. [ he figures by the time they wind down to the bottom of the hill where they need to lift things, his clothing should be significantly more pleasant, and by the time they're done his clothes should be mostly dry. He's also hoping to gather information on the size of the building they're being kept in, and how many people are here. ] I quite miss airing out my drawers, though. Feels like home. [ it has the desired effect, and she shakes her head slightly as she disappears back inside. ]

Wouldn't have made it nearly this far without any. [ he says it cheerily, slipping his shirt on. it'll dry faster with more surface area. ] You have excellent taste in strangers and a good amount of curiosity.