Meanwhile, at one of the other tables of the Salty Sailor Tavern, Lin has been sitting there for some time now, waiting for the contact he would be meeting. Dressed neatly in his usual martial artist uniform, his body is turned right on the chair he sits tall in, and with an eased look, slowly continues to polish his spear's head. His sakkat currently hangs off his back, giving a good view of his face, and the hair bun that is tied on top of him. However, with the busy service currently going on in the Tavern itself, nobody had really bothered to pay any attention to him.<br/><br/>He stops polishing his spear head for a moment, takes a thorough examination of his work, and nods with a smile. Must've done quite the job there. With his deep and accented voice, Lin then calls to one of the passing maids to get him another drink.<br/><br/>"Coming right up," she replied with a blissful smile.<br/><br/>Lin then resumes polishing his spear's head, or maybe he's just rubbing it with a napkin to pass the time as he waits for his contact he would be meeting with. He even feels much more relaxed receiving that heart-warming smile.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>