The tavern was bustling with life, as the waiters rushed all through, disks on hands, the ale barely not spilling over. The regulars were conversing and laughing by themselves, something that made Arete uncomfortable. The shadar-kai girl had come to the tavern with the intent to meet someone about a quest that promised good pay, yet the tapping of her fingers on the table proved her uneasiness.

She lowered her head, quietly mumbling to herself. "How long, gods. How long will they take?"