JESSICA frowns, thinking. "I -don't- trust you. But if you are telling the truth....." a soft grunt of decision "Ok. Go to the Pit, ask to see Dame Mitra. I'll call at some point, you need to be there before that. Otherwise the Baron will learn who you are. After that.... perhaps we'll talk. And if you are telling the truth.... perhaps there's a way to mend fences with the sluagh." more gently.