Bell noticed the signet ring given with the contract grew warm, an alert that other members of the assignment were nearby.  Never one to rush into anything, she casually made her way to the bar and ordered a tall pint of the house mead.  Rogue’s Gallery was known for its mead and she made a point to enjoy at least a pint when passing through.  She saw the two men, as opposite in dress and looks than the other sitting together and sporting the same sigil.  Taking a swig of mead, she enjoyed its flavor and observed the reflection of patrons behind her, sitting and standing.  She was the last of the triad to arrive.  Very little of the contract was disclosed to her, except she'd be working with two others and the reward was beyond imagining. Her mantra 'if something looks too good to be true, it probably isn't' seemed appropriate, but her patrons demanded she take the job.<br/><br/>Proprietor Ares seemed to have his hands full with Dionysus, so she thanked an assistant barkeep who looked part maenad and nymph.  Bell left proper coin and a generous tip for the woman, thinking she probably had more than her share of work.  Carrying beverage and knapsack, she stepped up to the table aware the two men already sitting watched her approach warily.  “Our fates seem to be entwined at the moment, gentleman.”  Bell took the chair across from them and facing the largest group of onlookers.   She flashed her signet ring.  “Hope I haven’t kept you waiting long but I had to travel quite a way to get here.  My name is Bellona, Bell for short.”