Nanaya let the orc fall into a blackout. She knew the likelihood of the night being more than fuzzy snippets was minimal, so she was not worried about him causing problems for them in the near future. She turned to the others and took a swig of her rum. "Well, it appears the drow are indebting people, threatening them to be spider food if they don't pay up, and letting them pay up by getting money off of luring new blood into the unfair arena. Who's up for some illegal fighting ring busting? I know I am." She stretched out a bit, revealing the desert clothing under her cloak as well as the dragon scales on her body. She looked more like a wandering dancer than a diplomat, but that simply was a useful tool in negotiations.

She looked at Fera, weighing her words carefully for a moment. "Hmmmm, yes, trying the bathhouse first may be the way to go. After all, the scent ended here. Let's do our primary objective and then do some drow shenanigans." She moved over to the door, one palm placed against it. "Everyone ready for anything? I hope so."