For having such an important task ahead of them, Sabine, Kaleeth, and Fendros likely did not foresee the first steps involving relaxing for a drink for what could be most of the day. Fendros settled into his hard wooden chair, leaning back and nursing a mug of filthy-tasting ale. Sabine started with a cup of water, though with some leaves and magic, she ended up with tea that would likely be tastier than any run-of-the-mill beverage on sale in the premises.

It did not seem like there would be constant business floating in and out from the traders' room, so Fendros struck up some small talk with his team. "So, you two," Fendros said with a wave forward at Malithus and Rolaan. "Did you all grow up local to this city?"

Talking about something would at least help them blend in while they waited.