Catherine walked slowly down the stairs as if preoccupied, though actually keeping a keen eye on the inn’s inhabitants.  She immediately noticed the small woman at the bar, her black, feathery wings gleaming in the firelight and the soft green glow emanating from the gloaming’s own skin.  Just as Catherine decided to take a seat at the bar, the small woman took a piece of meat from the bartender and exited through the front door.  Noting how rude the man behind the bar had been, Catherine looked at him appraisingly for a moment, then announced loud enough for the owner to hear from his table in the corner, “Since I prefer civility with my service, I suppose I’ll have to go elsewhere to spend my coin.  I’d think that attitude could get a bit expensive for a business in the<em>hospitality </em>field.”<br/>" Let him think about the loss of room and board for two in a time of troubles," she thought to herself smugly, knowing Leom had already made the arrangements. Looking over at the owner and giving him a pointed glare, she exited the front door and quickly spied the small woman as she released an owl from her lavender arm, wondering who she was sending messages to.  Catherine knew she had no need to fear it be in collaboration with the enemy since Gloamings hated drow as much or more than she did, but any message could be intercepted and she’d hate to have the mission compromised.  Sighly softly, she walked over and looked down at the woman.  Beginnings were such delicate things.<br/>“I haven’t eaten yet and I have a firm policy of doing so whenever I can.  There’s another inn up the street and I’d be honored if you’d join me at a back table, ...<strong><em>in the shadows</em></strong>, so to speak.  My name is Catherine.”  She nodded and walked on, letting the other woman make up her own mind whether to follow or not.<br/>