...covering the city of Volaire in a blanket of precipitation, the tavern doors swing open and an unfamiliar individual enters. His plain grey cloak is pulled securely around him and his hood is pulled, completely obscuring his face. He finds a table at the back of the tavern and sits, first shifting what could be be deduced to be a sword tucked snugly in its scabbard as he settles into his seat and heaves a heavy sigh. A server approaches him with a smile, "Oi mister. Welcome to the Weeping Rose. What can we get'cha?"
He looks up, his face still carefully concealed by his hood. When he speaks, anyone paying attention will notice that he articulates his words carefully, as though poorly hiding an accent. "Good day, miss. White wine, if you please. Anything you have is fine." He produces a handful of gold pieces and places them in the server's hand. "Please keep the change, just kindly keep my glass full."
The server gasps and then quickly regains her composure as she slips the coins into her apron. "O'course sir. Right away! Thank you!" She then rushes off toward the bar area.
When she walks away, he waves down a young boy who is wiping down tables and straightening chairs. When the boy approaches, the cloaked man reaches into his cloak and produces a small pouch, the tell-tale jingle of coins ringing from the pouch as he hands it to him and whispers something in his ear.
"Sure thing, mistah'!" The boy says excitedly and rushes out the door, dropping his cleaning rag on a nearby table.
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The boy arrives at a run to the Seshtau Embassy building. He knocks excitedly at the door until it is answered by a stern-faced and annoyed Maximilian. "Yes? What is it?", the Half-Fiend asks coldly.
"Oi guv! I got me 'ands on a 'undred gold bits to fetch the Baroness of Seshtau, I 'ave. She 'ere then? Some bloke in the tavern's dyin' to have a word wiv 'er. Said it's proper urgent, 'e did!"
Maximilian raises an eyebrow, "Alright then. And who is this person who wants to speak with our Baroness?"
"Dunno who 'e is. 'E was wearin' a grey cloak, couldn't see 'is clothes, and 'is 'ood was up so I couldn't see 'is face neither. Talked a bit funny too. Definitely ain't from 'round 'ere, that's for sure!"
Maximilian rolls his eyes, "Very well. Run along. Consider your message delivered."
"Right you are, guv. I'll be off then. Message delivered and all that. Cheers!" The boy turns and runs off back toward the tavern.
Maximilian sighs and goes back into the embassy to locate Jade.
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