The Styx Oarsman is not traditionally welcoming to humans. But Jarkman recognizes this Leaguer by now, and he only makes one crack about how she owes him a new pack of cigars before letting her pass.
The faint candlelight isn't much help to someone of her pedigree, but no one comes to this tavern to admire the view.
The barman greets her with the usual grunt, and everyone returns to their conversations. Humans may be uncommon around here, but business is business.
Peak is quite a ways off. If they'd like to explore the city, they're welcome to it.
She's supposed to meet Lissandra at peak; she wants to get Anika and Elatra introduced before that.
He rises later than planned, five hours before peak, unused to the lack of a true sun, true night.
He looks for Anika.
He bows. It's always a bit of a sight when a bariaur bows. He can only bow at the waist, since his goat legs are less useful for the purpose, and having horns pointed at you is less conducive to respect and more to discomfort. Still, pleasantries.
"My lady. How are you?"
"I'm fine. How are you you? And didn't I tell you to cut it out with the "my lady"?"
"I wouldn't with most people, but Duathal thinks highly of you. It's supposed to be a mark of respect from him. If you're really sure, I'll stop."
"You don't seem worried about what they want with the waystaff."
"We're still a long way off from even getting it. There'll be time to figure it out."
"If you want to give it to them, we should talk about it before we have it."
"I haven't said I want to give it to them, and they haven't said they want it. Maybe they're just academically interested."
"I just don't want any surprises. I don't handle them very peacefully, which can be a bit of a problem."
The inn is quietest in the mornings, when everyone is asleep, out, or hungover.
Anika and her companion are easy to find.
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