<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Apok squats against the spire once more, jumping long and far to another building as he remembers where the contact he's meant to connect with has been for the past couple of days. A few more longer jumps, and an angry store owner later, he finds himself in front of the tavern, his spear on his back before stepping through and sitting on the chair nearby the side of the door. "Now it's just a matter of patience," he says to himself before ordering himself an ale, not drinking it for now.</span>