This is going... surprisingly well.

When the three women had looked up at Phyr initially, he'd felt certain he was caught. It seemed unlikely that none of the three of them had been warned of him by the spies. But they ignored him almost entirely and went back about their business. The catgirl and the dwarfgirl got to chatting about womanly things. I want to change my this, I want to grow my that, I want to shrink my those. Phyr had heard it all from his wife and her friends back on Alerar, before his arrest. Before the secret military trial and sentencing. Before the trip to hell and back that cost him an arm.

The dark elf wandered stealthily to the back of the shop, wondering if he was two times as old as all the young ladies combined, or three times their total age. He had the odds favoring three times. He would have liked to look at them - any of them, particularly the tall elf with the hair like pouring milk. But he had learned over the last few years that was inappropriate now. No young lady wanted his ancient azure eyes roving her bodice and bottom, and that was the simple truth of it. Elena had been different... but Elena was gone.

Phyr examined a rounded jar filled with strangely bladed yellow leaves. He did not think he had ever seen their type before. A part of him wished he had his spectacles so he could examine them closely. The rest of him remained vigilant and alert, keeping the corner of his eye on the front door and windows lest the spies come in. Phyr skulked toward the shadowiest corner, away from all the others and remained there. If his pursuers did come in, he could pull the shadows around himself and hide long enough to... to...

He did not know. He would be trapped. He slipped the flask from his cloak and took a long, semi-covert draft. As he returned the flask to his pocket he looked around, wondering if any of the ladies had seen, and wondering if any of them had spoken with the spies. If they had, he would have to be quick, and earn his silver-tongued reputation in order to save his sorry old hide.