Yes, she goes undetected.

Carefully, Sonja the she-bandit, follows the wagon at a safe distance for over five hours on the desolate highway heading to the east. The green eyed guards never speak, but the one who is not bewitched does. From his commands the she-bandit is able to determine the master of the caravan is a Stygian sorcerer called Thoth-Amon who is riding within the wagon. At first the redhead guesses her prey's destination might be the City of Khorbul on the River Ghenon, which is over two days travel to the east. When the wagon, however, turns down an abandoned road to the south, the attractive brigand becomes dumbstruck.

"They head to Ruins of Theritie? But why?!" The she-bandit barely catches herself from speaking out loud her thoughts. Sonja knows the local history well. Theritie was a small city, notorious as a haven for bandits, thieves and brigands. It was finally destroyed by the armies of Khorbul many years ago. Only the great underground temple to Bel, the god of chaos and thieves, was allowed to survive and then only under the condition that no thieves guild be connected with this temple ever again. It is the only such temple of Bel in the known world so organized. "Why would a Stygian want to take a bandit to the temple of a bandit god?" Several ideas run through the Hyrkanian's mind, none of them good.

"By Crom's cock." Sonja swears, as she realizes the almost full moon that has given the necessary light to travel by night is probably the reason. She remembers the old wise woman Mephfa's warning, that tomorrow would not only be a full moon, but a blood moon, and that the bandit clan should not send out any patrols on such a night.

Greatly fearing for her lord Sinja, who is hopefully alive in the wagon, Sonja is faced with a difficult decision, for she must act quickly. This temple of Bel is closed, except to visitors who could make a sizable donation, something the master of the Stygian wagon has probably done. "How can I get in?" She nervously mutters to herself. "And would the god of thieves take kindly to a thief breaking into his temple?"

As if the gods themselves answer a loud cracking and thud sound grabs the she-bandit's attention.

"Crom." The Hyrkanian whispers in fearful disbelief as the wagon comes to a sudden halt. Its right rear wheel has broken, making it impossible to travel unless there be lengthy repairs.