It seemed to Settionne, as he walked into the tavern, that Fineki was paying real close attention to him right now. Maybe seeing how he handled a bit more adversity before he walked into more of it than he could handle. Mere minutes after he'd stepped off the boat into the city of Riverhope - and what a nice city it was, far cleaner and prettier than the place he'd come from, or at least the parts of it he'd been around - some messenger elf strolled up to him with a message from who else but the Elf Queen herself, informing him- Settionne, personally!- that his presence was requested in the Hearth and Flagon inn in the Southern parts of the city. And why not? There'd be patrons, after all, of a sort that might perhaps be of a very high quality, maybe even the Queen herself. And with high-quality patrons would come high-quality donations, or so he'd imagined.

So far, his experience had not been that grand. A couple of thieves had already presented themselves during his travels through the back-alleys- even the prettiest of cities had places Sett was at home in after all- to reach the tavern in the first place - a child pickpocket first, whose hand he'd grabbed and held as it rifled through his belongings, only to flip the boy a gold coin and tell him to "get out of here"; and later on a mugger, a human with a knife, who Settionne had laughed at, then drawn his shortsword on. That scared the guy off very quickly. And yet, now he was here... well, this building, and most of the city that wasn't downtrodden slums, was a much nicer affair than Sett was used to. Dreadlands, even the slums were pretty damn decent as far as streets went, if he was honest with himself. Either way, the inn was decorated simply enough, with nice calm paintings and a long table, and so on and so forth. Homely, one might even call it, given how few people were in there at the moment - just the tough-looking bartender, a Wood Elf, a tanned guy who seemed to be friends with the Elf, and a knight of some sort greeting the other two anew. And if that wasn't the least likely group of people he'd be able to acquire donations from, he didn't know what was - Elves, he knew, were known for their keen eyes and ears; knights were surely unlikely to carry much of worth save the armour on their bodies, and there was no way to hide something so bulky; and the bartender... well, he didn't seem like the sort who'd miss anything happening in his bar. At least not without distraction, anyway. Maybe Sett would buy a round of drinks for everyone, and he'd figure out a way of getting his money back from them whilst he was pouring those out.

For now though, he supposed he might as well make himself known, and ideally make a good impression to begin with. Less suspicion that way. He wandered over to the group of three next to the table, and introduced himself... loudly.

'GREETINGS, fellow men of the world and its various locales!' he exclaimed. 'And what a way for us to MEET, wouldn't you agree? Why, just a few weeks ago, I was in Praelior of all places, wouldn't you believe it? And now, here I am! What a world, what a world, what- a- WORLD! But enough about me, very nice to meet you all, might I ask what your names are, perhaps where you come from?'

Of course, priests were paid to talk. Or to distract, in some cases, as was happening here. He'd never even seen a painting of Praelior, but he figured it'd help to avoid a conversation about his actual home country, and then swiftly to his past, if he brought up a random location once, then swiftly moved to the next topic before anyone could ask about it: introductions... them first, naturally. It didn't do to tell everyone exactly who you were from the get-go.

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