Will shrugged one of the bouncers hands off his shoulder, stepping into the room. It was unintentional, but later he would recount the moment had a melodramatic flair to it, unshaven and rakish in his wide brimmed hat and jabbokwool cloak, here to rescue a woman from some unknown darkness. At that second, however, he simply wished to be out of there as soon as possible. 

"It is not I with the great need," he said. A cursory glance giving him a quick scan of the room. The atmosphere was warm and mystifying, almost delphic. Bobbles and ornaments drew the eye, and shadows concealed the corners of the room and much of the walls, like as not hiding more thugs or at least ways of quick escape for the two women. The leviathen skull, for one, looked authentic. As an ex-sailor himself, he appreciated it more than he would have expected.

"You come on behalf of another," she remarked cryptically, her hands caressing the air as she bade him forward. "Have a seat stranger, and tell me what it is you truly seek." 

Will glanced behind him, before eyeing the older woman who watched him with undisguised suspicion. He sat down slowly, keeping his cloak and left hand free from his right hip in case he needed to draw his sword. As he had walked through the crowd minutes before, there had been a tension in the air. Like a truth about to be spoken that would shatter someone worldview in seconds. He did not know why, but he felt as if speed was what was needed here, and yet he could not abduct her. Amongst the arcane and exotic paraphernalia, there was endless tricks they could pull on him.   

"I seek a woman." He said simply. "With eyes like emeralds, and hair as dark as night." 

"...very few have such a combination," she said, eyes peering at him from under her cowl. He could tell his attempt to hide his accent would be wasted on her.

"And if I said I was looking for you?" Will replied, staring back into her eyes with his own. The light would show his iris's were midnight blue, as dark as the bottom of the sea.  

"Well, we only just met..." Her words were more nonchalant now, without irritation, but obviously not expecting the directness of Will's words. "As it stands, whatever you want will cost you." 

"You're not the only one with a crystal ball, and from what I saw in that den on Wyvern street..." He let the words trail off, resolving something in hid mind. "You and I are leaving here, together. Now." 

"You speak in velleity, sir..." the woman began diplomatically, if a bit huffy. However, she was interrupted by the older woman.  

"That is enough! You've granted no coin or question beyond your desires for the madam. Begone from this place!" She demanded, having had enough. Will felt more than heard the footstep behind him, and when a hand reached for his shoulder, he rose more swiftly than one might have expected, and elbowed the gypsy bouncer in the neck in one, smooth motion. The tough stumbled back, eyes wide as he tried to breathe. A hiss of steel cut the air, and Will spun, cloak billowing in an arc, shielding him as a knife was caught in its folds. He did not know if it was the older woman or the one he came for that had thrown it, but it had nearly struck his heart. Out of the silhouette of his falling cloak, a pistol appeared, cocked and ready. The two women had gotten to their feet, but the aimed barrel froze them in their tracks. His other hand had unsheathed his sword, its point keeping two other bouncers with cudgels at bay from the door.  

"You think you can leave alive after that little display?" The older wench asked, arrogantly. 

"In three days, a darkness will arrive on these shores. It's searching for her!" His words were accusatory, aimed directly at Emmeralda. It stopped any reply in its tracks, at least for the moment. "If that crystal ball is worth anything, use it and look! If I'm lying, then you can bloody kill me."