It was already dark when they left the pub, but the crystal sphere on Wilfort's staff was glowing brightly to light their way as Herberta took them back to her family's home. "I think you really enjoyed giving that little performance, Mister-Patron Wilfort." "I must admit it was fun, Mistress-Vendor Herberta, but everyone in the pub thought it was just a story. I still do not understand how it will solve our problem with the monks." "They will just know that I told a story, that's all." "You think the monks will believe I'm a warlock?" "The idea is very appealing, Mistress-Vendor Herberta."