Over time, most of the group came down from their rooms upstairs, gathered around the tables Morr and some of his Hellguards had claimed and set up the morning-meal upon. An hour passed as the breakfast was conducted, the misty morning turned somewhat clearer, enough at least to see farther than ten paces if one was to wander the streets now.<br/><br/>The streets themselves, meanwhile, remained oddly empty. That was, except for three rather lightly clothed figures, the kind that served to entice such of the opposite gender as a form of work. The prostitutes entered the tavern in which the group was currently quartered, first looking around with some unease, earning themselves the hungry looks of some of the other guests of the inn, then promptly approached the mostly-seated group of Hellguards, aiming directly for the figure of Valetni, who, among the heavily-armored Hellguards, stood out rather well.<br/><br/>The women's visible unease did not lessen in the presence of the battle-ready soldiers, though their work-gained professionalism kept their voices calm as their apparent 'leader', a rather exotic representant of the human species for this region, with dark-brown skin and quite the prominent nose, though otherwise only middling assets which nonetheless her clothing pronounced, adressed the old, alchemistically-capable monk.<br/><br/>"You... that frien' o' Molly's?" she asked, the rough accent of her voice easily noticed.<br/><br/>Morr meanwhile, helmet fastened to his head as always, calmly watched, not intending to interfere, whereas Belatia visibly raised an eyebrow as she beheld the whores who appeared to serve as messengers of Valetni's contact.<br/>Most of the Hellguards just took it in stride, keeping on consuming their morning-meal without more delay than a cast glance would cost, though that would not mean that they did not listen attentively.