She decided to switch towns the next day, spending the rest of the day in this crowded place.
For the remainder of the day, Naia only bought the stones but did not open anything up for now. She placed them in her space under the cover of the car. She used a different car this time, a cheap second-hand sedan she bought off.
She stayed in the inn one more time, got cleaned up, had dinner, and relaxed for a while while she pondered.
During this time, she thought about quite a few things. For example, the moral reprehensibility of trapping people there just because they were afraid they would talk.
Anyway, would people believe them even if they did? Should she really just throw them out? She'd ask which country they were from. If it was convenient, she could throw them out on their home ground. Maybe they'd even be thankful to her for trapping them in there.
In the end, she decided to be (mostly) frank with them.
