"You are not mad, Captain?" Halfdan asked again, the huge man somehow able to appear like a newly recruited deckhand when caught in trouble. He prided himself on being a ferocious Norscan warrior, and though he was, he knew he had no life to go back to if he were to be kicked off the ship. It was Markus who had saved his life when he was captured, having vouched for him. There was a sense of loyalty there he would never be able to fully repay.

"No, I am not. But if you keep asking me, I will be." The Captain warned with a glance as they marched down the street toward the Bonded Boot. It was Markus' fault for not sending someone a bit more sly. He knew full well Emmaline had given him the slip, which would have impressed him had he just met her. "She's a wiley one. I have no doubt she'll meet us at the Inn in due time, even if she has the whole of the city guard after her." 

Markus clutched a small bag he had strapped to his belt, just next to his coin purse. Before Halfdan had inevitably found him, he had done some more thinking after he had killed that lowly baron. No doubt if his identity was discovered he would have made enemies, but so far it had been nothing but a cathartic experience. Once they rounded the corner and saw the establishment, he held up a hand. "You will have two drinks, and then you will head back to the ship. You will not stop for any reason, not even to take a piss. Got that?" 

"Aye sir!" He roared happily, smiling big at the prospect of a few drinks.  

The Inn was expansive, the lower common room spread out through clever architectural design Markus couldn't quite understand at first glance. The center and left side of the common room was lowered by three steps compared to the bar and the more private dining areas, the last place which Markus sought particularly. Each small dining area was closed on three sides by a wall, and the fourth by a heavy curtain. Markus took two pints of vodka and made his way into the third down from the left, whereas Halfdan took his two drinks for just himself and stepped down into the lower area where men arm wrestled and played cards. The barkeep was on the lookout for a beautiful imperial woman with blonde hair and who had a small chance of tripping on the stairs if she wasn't looking.