[True to his word, the tavern is outside of the red light district, though, this being Olympia in the Nysa Isles, the decor is....hm, tantalizing at best? Still, it's clean and quiet this time of day, and almost empty, save for the few stragglers who either stopped by on their way elsewhere or who never stopped drinking since last night.
He's seated at the bar, far enough away from some sad bastard whose face is pressed to the wood so as not to smell him, watching the door.
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He's seated at the bar, far enough away from some sad bastard whose face is pressed to the wood so as not to smell him, watching the door.
It's still a tavern, after all.]