[Quiet Man Cometh]

That's a little better, I suppose.

"I asked if you tried, I didn't say it could be done. I don't have an 'in' with everyone, you know."

He looks around the bar a moment; no one special or particularly un-special at the moment but better safe than sorry.

"Perhaps we should take this upstairs." He stand up behind the bar, then nods to her empty mug. "The better stuff isn't kept behind the counter, anyway."

Petra returns to the main floor, but ignores the counter to save for a mild sneer at the back of Tsaerri's head before seeing the the patrons at the tables.

~

Upstairs, Syrgei's room looks barely lived in, save for his armour on it's rack in the corner, weapon maintenance equipment on a table, and haphazard items sticking out of mostly closed dresser drawers. His sunglasses sit on top of the dresser. There is otherwise nothing to distinguish it from any other room at the inn.