While the investigation was certainly not starting out as most of the group likely suspected, it was not an entirely unwelcome change of pace. There was considerably less risk in lounging around a tavern having drinks and holding idle conversation than the pack's usual missions. In the hours they spent waiting, Malithus and the members of his pack who were with him shared more about themselves, in appropriately covert terms. They were not the strongest pack in the Evermore clan in terms of fighting ability, but they were among the best suited in the clan for more subtle work. It was the usual case that clan alphas would assign their most talented packs to aid the Champion's pack. 

Color's information, fortunately, did not seem to be incorrect. At least, they were able to easily confirm that part of it was correct. Occasionally, someone from the tavern would walk through the door next to the bar, with no reaction from the bartender. Generally between ten and twenty minutes later, they would emerge. Some would stay in the tavern and rejoin their own acquaintances, while others would just leave straight away. But, in every case, they would have the distinct scent of moon sugar or skooma emanating faintly from them. It could be a challenge even for a lycan's sharp senses to discern the smell depending on how well-sealed the substance was, but between the six of them, at least a few of them would always catch the scent. 

It was growing rather late in the evening. It was past nightfall, though there were still patrons entering and leaving the tavern in perhaps even greater numbers than before. As had happened several times that day, a Breton man who had been in the room for about half an hour slipped into room they were watching. His clothing made him appear somewhat better-off than the majority of the patrons, but that was not entirely unique in the district. A few of those that had visited the black market dealer looked like they had some coin to spare. However, after this one returned to the main room, everyone at the pack's table looked back and forth at one another, but none of them gave the nod to indicate that they had picked up a scent. This was their first potential success, and it would be up to Fendros to decide how to respond. The Breton left the inn almost immediately, so he would have to decide quickly.