[ Through the crowds they weave, and despite Frederick's bulky armor and Vane's mop of bright blonde hair, they lose themselves in the city quick enough. That doesn't stop Frederick from continuing to march forward until he's absolutely certain the guards have lost them a few minutes later. It's only then that he slows, then finally stops next to a shopfront with pots and pans on display. (Perfect for their nonexistent meat jelly business.)

He turns towards Vane, gives a slight bow. ]

Apologies for the fast pace. I did not wish for our lie to be uncovered and for the guards to toss us into the nearest prison for our deceit.

[ Not that he knows they wouldn't have done such a thing, but whatever. ]

But I thank you for your assistance in crossing the city walls. I owe you a debt.