Orryn shouldered his way through the entrance of the tiny tavern. Juggling the swing of the door with his feet as he carried a long object swathed in roughspun cloth. Turning around to regard the state of the tavern, he catches the barmaster's gaze with a nod and grin.
"Well met! As ye can see barmaster. I faired a bit better than the last. Here on business, in fact. Happen to have seen–"
He perked up at the sight of his quarry, sat alone in a secluded corner.
"Cancel that, I found her! A round of the dark an' brooding for the table over there. For yerself as well. Tradition, wasn't it?"
He winked as he hurried over to Zyra's table and plonked himself opposite her. Laying the package across the table.
"Good to see ye, Zyra! How has the tenday been treatin' ya?"
A warm smile wrinkled dark rimmed eyes. A subtle sign of fatigue counter to the cheery mood he carried.
"Ye look good! Far better than the cuts an' bruises from when we met!"
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