After several minutes of waiting and sipping his drink, Phaerun let out a small sigh and stood. It appeared that nobody else was going into the secret room, so he might as well get a move on. Leaving a considerable tip, the half-dead man stepped into the hallway, key in hand, and unlocked the door just in time to hear the voice of an older man.

"As you've probably guessed, I am the one known as Gav Hall."

Phaerun closed and locked the door behind him, then turned to face Gav. [color=black][b]"Venerable Mister Hall, I am pleased to make your acquaintance,"[/b][/color] he said with a bow. [color=black][b]"My name is Phaerun Markuv of the Church of Orzhova."[/b][/color]

As the Markuv straightened up, the perceptive among them would notice flecks of blackened flesh peel from his skin and fall to the floor. If you were not used to such a thing, it could definitely cause a degree of discomfort. Or disgust. Phaerun himself paid it no mind as he pulled out a chair next to Pax and sat down, keeping his face obscured by his hood.