While Boran didn't have the pleasure of visiting the Bawdy Boar before, he was nonetheless familiar with such establishments. Just shady enough to conduct all manner of no-questions-asked business, yet decent enough for respectable "entrepreneurs" like Boran himself. He blended in well with the regular crowd, though a keener eye would notice he wasn't there to simply pass the time. To fight the cold in what seemed to be the least popular table in the room, he had ordered a glass of amber brandy; anything that wasn't strong enough to scald off your tongue was bound to taste... poorly in a place like this. Slowly sipping, he watched as other people started to arrive. People that, much like Boran, were something more than regular customers.

The first was an Aldonian. A rare sight in this part of the world; or any part that wasn't New Aldonia for that matter. The man's attempts to remain unnoticed were both comical and futile as a suspicious looking fellow under a heavy dark hood, sitting in the darkest corner of the room would stick out like a sore thumb. He did realize his position, though, as he removed the disguise and made small talk over at the bar. His gait and posture, however, revealed much about him.

The second was a small woman, perhaps even a teenager still. She sat across the table from Boran, but aside from a small greeting, they didn't say a word. Boran continued his drink, shooting the occasional measuring glance at everyone in the inn; sure enough, he was equally measured back by the others as well.