Found:
I was taken to see the sorcerer, albeit briefly. She's not sure whether to trust me or not and has decided that it's best that I continue to be sequestered until she's had time to discuss the matter with her peers, who are currently embroiled in time-consuming but all-important rituals or some such nonsense. A bit of chanting, some waving of hands and they believe they're doing magic.
Still, my time here has not been entirely without use. I have learned a few small details courtesy of the young guard set to watch me. He's fascinated by the idea of a chaste and obedient Khandish woman who has come so far at the behest of her husband. He's been asking incessantly about "my" life there, "my" customs and so on. I've had to tread carefuly in my answers, but I've gained a few from him in the meanwhile.
According to my guard, the higher-ups here are livid that the masks are still missing. They want to use them in some ritual or other, but the boy doesn't know much beyond that. I've not dared ask about Emmett yet. Better I bide my time than raise suspicion by asking too much too soon.
Besides, getting a better idea of the layout of these sunken streets may well save my hide when it comes to depart. The old maps could only tell me so much.
