Zavakri stands outside the shop, rubbing her eyes repeatedly as the others emerge. She sniffles a few more times, her eyes red and still watering, but she slowly moves to walk behind her companions. As she moves, she seems to calm. After several paces her hands fall from her face and she takes a deep breath.

"Thin is one heck of a word for it. This place is utter madness. It's looney."