New Faces, New Places

"Hilarious." You detect signs of sarcasm in his response.

Weapons in hand, he gestures with his head while moving out of the way. "No trouble."

Finally entering the establishment, the atmosphere changes from the crowded streets. Wooden booths seat patrons who judging by their clothes possess a measure of wealth. They talk and laugh about this or that while downing glasses of ale, wine, or partaking in succulent dishes, the rich smells reaching your noses. Musicians gather around a hearth with an unusual object burning brightly at the far end of the building, taking special care not to obscure the sight. In the corner near a stairwell a lone figure sits alone in a half circle booth, her gaze meeting everyone clear as day. Natural green skin with pointed ears, hair tied in intricate braids. She wears sturdy clothes in shades of grey and black, a short sword with a red and gold emblem adjusted to her waist.

Your attention is drawn away as a half-elf gets your attention, brown curly hair and an apron with stains adorning it. With a warm smile he continues. "Welcome friends to The Burning Heart! Now don't tell me you've been here before, I know a traveler when I see one!" He wags his finger comically. "Right then, would you like booth seating? Perhaps something outdoor before darkness overtakes the city?"

"A...Threat?" His speech stumbles, but only momentarily. "Well, I certainly hope not! Don't want to sully the hospitality of this fine establishment by scaring everyone. Now then, if I may: Who is expecting such a fierce looking group!"

You can tell the waiter wants to speak up, but respectfully waits until Bright and Dent finish their conversation. "Upstairs? Ah...unfortunately that area is reserved for the night, including the balcony. Commemoration for a musician I believe." He answers sympathetically.

She eyes you up and down, followed by Dent, and peeks toward the entrance, raising an eyebrow. "So you're the outlaws then?" Her voice is rather loud, but none of the civilians seem to take interest in her words, possibly due to the proximity of the musicians.

"You want me to confirm...where we're supposed to meet. After you found me. Why exactly is that relevant?" She eyes her mug, looking disappointed by how empty it has become.