"Tell me Ebon, dearest, have you been sleeping well," Lemac questioned.
Ebon-Ashe pondered the question a moment before letting the derisive answer roll off her tongue, "Truthfully, I've been asleep more than awake lately."
Then, leaning into Lemac, she whispered as she nodded to indicate the Tavern's occupants, "I'd love you forever, Lemac if you'd screen our conversation from prying ears." Ebon-Ashe hated to ask, but felt if anyone would be able to assist in such a delicate situation and still keep it a secret, it would be Lemac. Normally, Ebon-Ashe loathed magic. This was an exception-- one that pointedly showed the usefulness of magic-- and it mildly irritated Ebon.
Once satisfied the conversation would not be over-heard, she recounted the memories she thought Lemac ought to know-- visiting her old friend and getting stabbed, how she ended up at the tavern, the amnesia, Curulan fixing her memories (though she left out the information she discovered about Curulan in the process and that she'd asked Tordek to gather more information for her) and any other things pertaining to the dagger, her perilous condition and the revenge she wished to extract.
"So, presently, only a few know that my amnesia is cured." Ebon grinned at the prospects of being able to fake amnesia. "It would help me if you could pretend we'd only just met and were getting to know one another. I'd also appreciate it if you'd say the sound barrier was a precaution and I'd requested it out of paranoia because I wouldn't want my captors to hear my plans for escape."
When she finished, she sat back in her chair waiting to see Lemac's response and any plans her good friend might have.