[Othtanis]

Nouri's eyes flicked to the door as it swung open and sunk a little deeper into his too-large robe as the tiefling barged in. The rat man kept his head down ‘til he heard the tell tale slam of a door somewhere overhead. With another sip off the overlarge tankard Nouri followed. Weaving through the crowd with practiced skill and spilling nary a drop of beer and taking the stairs two at a time. At the tiefling's door he paused, partly to catch his breath. He took a huge swig of his vile drink. This was it, the fate of hundreds of lives hung on this meeting.
And he was drunk. Just a bit. His nerves had been frayed to threads over the last few days and he needed something to take the edge off.
He swayed a bit as and tossed the tankard behind him. Here goes nothing. Nouri rapped on the door. Built as it was for larger folk, Nouri stood only an inch over four feet, he had to reach up to grab the door knob. He stumbled in and pulled back his hood with a white furred hand to reveal his black splotched face.