Marren narrowed his eyes, glancing between the widow and the wild woman. The drunk was forgotten, laying somewhere in the house. He was suspicious of them obviously but this widow was the link between him and to communicating with this mysterious wild woman. It was her that Marren was most suspicious about, She had a motive for not turning him in and held the success of this operation in her hands, though she didnt know it. 

“To the center of the city” Was his reply, eyeing the wild woman. It was probably the best chance of spotting where there iron chariots were being constructed. 

“What does she want?” he asked the widow.