Barris had woken up in a cold sweat, that nightmare he saw, a little bit too clear to be merely a result of his drinking, and was one that didn't sit well with him since he had no headache indicative of a hangover either. The Dwarf was not a particularly religious sort, nor did he put much faith in dreams, but that didn't mean they couldn't make one uneasy, especially when whatever it was within it had known him, and spoke his doom.

He shook his head and stepped out of bed. Everything of his had been moved in neatly by the stable hands the previous day, and in his addled state he had removed his cloak, braces of pistols, and other equipment before slipping into bed. He was impressed with himself that he'd merely hung the braces on one of the hooks for coats and that they hadn't landed on the floor, the rest of his clothes weren't so lucky and were scattered around besides his simple shirt and trousers which he'd fallen asleep in. Mira had awoken him though, saying that he, and evidently everyone else he was working with, was expected downstairs in ten minutes. Finally he'd learn exactly what business the Talon Company sought him for, and he'd meet everyone else he'd be working with. He fondly recalled the Bard Raux from last night, and less fondly the vain noble warrior Lady Wolfram, but beyond that he knew little.

Making himself presentable, he didn't bother with putting on too much, merely fixing his shirt and pants, quickly combing out his hair and beard, and strapping on his two hip holsters to show he wasn't just some random Dwarf but their actual gunslinger, and opened his door to head downstairs.

As he walked down the main stairway, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around at the sparsely filled bar compared to yesterday. He muttered half to himself, half to anyone else listening.

"I don't suppose we're this empty on account of Mira running a bad breakfast."

He saw an Elf woman who matched the description of his supposed contact, sitting at a table set aside, and patiently awaiting him and the others, he walked over and leaned against one of the beams supporting the tavern.

"I'd ask you if you were Talis, but then what would the odds be of two different people having the same exact name and description? . . . Two beautiful city-born elvish sisters I suppose, or a doppelganger. Though I doubt either is the case here."