Akiranth sliped into The Quiver and Scythe finding a good place to sit away from most other people. She pulled her green cloak tight too her body, feeling nervous about the place being so crowded. Her green eyes dashed around the room wondering beneath her hood.  She knew that a tavren would be the best place to get information. She just had to figure out who would be the best person to threaten.  Someone around here most know about the Slavers.