Caleb locks up behind them with a physical key that his slips into his vest pocket and by engaging his arcane wards. He leaves nothing too important or potentially incrementing in the house, preferring to keep important items on him in his amber vault and to store any evidence regarding the case against the Assembly safely at the Cobalt Soul, but what wizard doesn't want to protect his own work?

He turns to Yussa with the same warmth that has lingered in his eyes all day, and they set off in the direction of Caleb's favorite teashop.

"There is nothing like tea from our friend Caduceus, of course," he says as they walk, "but as I cannot make a trip to the Blooming Grove every time I am running short, I pad out my supply from this shop. Their specialty blends are unique. I have not yet had one that disappointed me."

True to the name, the Tangles are a labyrinth of streets of streets that twist and turn with seemingly no rhyme or reason, some narrow, some wide, some residential, some crowded with shops. This oldest part of this very old city is a snarl that the rest expanded around. Caleb has no problem at all navigating. With his memory and innate sense of direction, he was made to live in a place like this. Some streets are much busier than others, and as they reach one thronged with people, he thinks again about offering his hand. But nerves get the better of him, and he offers his arm instead. A compromise, and nearly as good.