"Please yes, kind sir." a voice could be heard from what one would imagine was the bathroom, an outdoors one of course. Not long afterwards, a man of Middle Eastern origin entered through a door in the back of the bar. The man wore clothing associated with Pakistan's neighbouring Afghanistan, his beard giving away his age and faith by it's length and thickness. Walking over to the man he knew by name as Sadiq, the Afghan man sat down on the carpet with the group of men. Beside him sat Hussain, also known as Thom or Cavalier, depending on whether you were his friend, colleague or target, and in this case, his colleague. 

Lancaster, cleverly disguised as an Afghan trader, like Cavalier, speaking with a perfect accent and in broken Pashto, as to seem truly Afghani. He politely took one of the pipes and smoked it, breathing out the smoke of hash, making sure not to actually inhale it all the way down; getting high while at work was not according to the book. Lancaster looked at Sadiq with a smile, handing him back the pipe. "Speaking of guest, I have heard important figure will come tonight, yes? I hoped I could make business arrangement with him, perhaps my friend Hussian too maybe?" Lancaster said to their newly acquainted friend in his broken Pashtu, looking back and forth from Sadiq and Cavalier. "And I hope coffee is possible to buy here, no?"