Philomel meanwhile had negociated her way downstairs. Under the many eyes of the men at the bar she pushed her way through the crowds until she got behind the main portion of people. After an hour of the talking and listening to Amari's story - which by no means was the first time she had heard something that painful - she got up and left, twitching her braid of hair over her shoulder. Now she stood, behind the bar along with the matron of the house, speaking over business affairs and coming to an agreement to possibly properly enrol this pub into a safe harbour for the Gilded Lily.
Vaeron sat on a stool nearby, drinking from a massive glass, trying to seem interested in the girls who flirted with him. They were just ordinary residents, not whores in any way, but still seemed intrigued. He sat, unable to smile, and thoroughly not turned on, but clearly a man who was desired. With his shirt half open he showed his rippling muscles, perhaps a little too much. Acting back in the best way he knew how he tried to please the girls who wanted him, trying to get his attention, but eventually most of them turned their backs. It made the mage more morose as time went on, though he did not show it. But inside Philomel knew him as a man who just wanted to please everyone he could. Even though his attitude and expression may not speak it.
The matron finally agreed to a sort of agreement of safe housing. With extended hands her and Philomel agreed, and then the faun nudged off from the wall. It was just at this time when she saw a face peering in from the crowds, a small round face which indicated Gosling, her private secretary. Philomel raised an eyebrow, wondering why the young woman was here, but gestured to her and nodded over to the wall where the stairs up to the room began. Taking with herself a tray of drinks (a torquay of red wine, three tankards of beer and a bottle of whisky) Philomel started heading there herself.
Gosling talked in a hushed voice as soon as she arrived.
"We were wondering how long more you are going to be, my lady," Gosling said, "You have been a while, and it is dark now outside. Even Veridian is out there, hunting now."
Philomel nodded and then shrugged. "I will be as long as this takes," she told her friend and loyal soldier, "As long as it is needed. Now come and see for yourself what I have found belonging to Lichensith Ulroke."
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