As much as Verity despised the deeply religious(perhaps with the exception of devoted Chuang-Mu worshippers), a place of discretion was just what he needed on a night like this, when the guards seemed to be swarming like angry desert wasps.
Picking out landmarks, he slowly made his way through the underbelly of Targnol, until he reached what appeared to be just another non-descript building. It stood near a well, covered by a rickety wooden scaffolding with red washed-out rags tied to it, flapping lazily in what little wind there was.
The door had a tiny wiremesh window on it. He rapped out a series of consecutive knocks on the door. After a while, a hatch slid away from behind the window and a green piercing eye viewed him expectantly. He whispered the password, and the hatch slid back in place. After a while, bolts and locks rattled and clicked and the door opened. A strange sickly sweet smell wafted out at him, offal, rotting meat and... something else. That made him pause, but having come this far, he took a look around and hurried inside. The door shut behind him, and it took him a while to adjust his eyes to the gloom. A soft female voice spoke.
"Welcome sahib. Who was it that delivered you unto us?"
Verity raised an eyebrow. More games. That was to be expected. No doubt there were crossbows aimed at him, pending approval from this petite gatekeeper.
"I waz delivered unto you from a pair of Hands."
Making sure to emphasize the capital letter, he gave a crooked smile. He started to make out the woman in the gloom now, she was clad in a red pashmina with dark brown hair framing her face, still viewing him with those piercing green eyes. She wasn't unattractive, just very intense.
"...I see. And what business do you have with us?"
With that, she turned and started walking, inviting Verity as 'Gann' to come along. He smiled, this level of caution promised good things for security, though the smell... It was even stronger now, he had smelt it before, but couldn't quite place it. It was simply awful. He tried his best to ignore it.
"None taxing, I assure you. I merely zeek refuge for the time being. I waz told, thiz would be the perfect place for that."
Silently she showed him to an empty room(more a cell really) with a straw mattress flop. Verity sighed, it would have to do. The woman left him alone without another word.
Luckily the door opened inwards. He moved the bed so it blocked the door, then laid down in it. He coughed in disgust at the foul air, this was going to be hard getting used to. With this many guards out and about, he had to wonder if 'Hands' had made it safely back, and what his business had been with those strange people from the Trident. For now though, he had to focus on the coming hunt. Entering the Shah's stronghold unbidden would no doubt prove difficult, even at the best of times.