When the time comes to get off the train, Alizome's serene, fully groomed, and dressed in her little black cloak and getup as though she hadn't spent a large mount of time in the past day sweaty, naked, and grinding against other people in a dizzying array of improbable configurations. With the gnome's note, she takes it, reads, and nods once to herself; "We are summoned," is her only comment. Stowing the card in a pocket, she leads the others to the same inn they'd been told of by Zorakatra to meet their contact. This one's nothing particularly special, which actually came as a slight relief. "Alizome d'Thuranni," she replies, giving the man a broad smile before heading over to the table. This time, unlike a prior spread, she piles a plate high with fruits and vegetables and begins methodically demolishing her meal- whatever and whoever she was traveling with, she was proudly a plant-eater (with mental apologies to certain of their party). Her response to the offer is merely, "I see no reason why we shouldn't accompany you." She had no idea if Zorakatra and this man knew of each other, or if the latter knew the former had set up this meeting- best to remain silent about sponsorship until that was cleared up. "I would be interested in hearing more about the specific nature of what you'd have us retrieve, but-" she waves around the walls. "If such things are sensitive, I of course understand."