Whine all you like, Billie, it's not going to make this go any faster. The tiefling is kneeling amongst the upturned remnants of a small shrine, something he'd offered to fix back up for the distraught shopkeep who'd been moaning about it being ill luck for their shop earlier this morning. Daud doesn't have any tools, but he's already smoothed together the shards of broken pottery and put out new plates of milk and fish; now he's only trying to determine if a broken cat statue is worth gluing back together or if it's a lost cause.

He hadn't come here out of altruism, though. What caught his eye about this particular shrine is that it so happens to be adjacent to a wall not far from a main thoroughfare that sees a reasonable amount of foot traffic.

"I'll be done in a few minutes," he says, glancing over his shoulder. "Do you think you can survive?"