Andar finds the correct table easily enough.  There's a sizeable crowd of portly persons already gathered, eyeing each other carefully, clustered around a harried looking clerk.  As he approaches the back of the line, a tall and gaunt fellow with stringy brown hair falling from around a bald pate covered by an ornate cap appears out of the crowd and taps his shoulder.<br/><br/>"A moment of your time, my good fellow.  My mistress wishes to enter into discourse with you, if you are willing."<br/><br/>He smiles wryly and indicates a large, heavily curtained palanquin nearby.<br/><br/>"Will you attend the lady?  It will take but a moment."