"Your drinks, good patrons." The elderly man carrying the tray set down several tall mugs of frosty ale before the party, the guild captain nodding his head and lifting his own mug to his lips, sipping loudly. "To good health and good luck then." He smiled, sipping on the ale turning towards his meal, seeming to consider this part of the conversation over for now.<br/><br/>The tavernkeeper turned to return to the direction of the kitchen after setting the mugs down, the more buxom, younger woman behind the counter serving the drunkards their ale there and keeping any from being too forward, the older man vanishing to the kitchen quickly.<br/><br/>The stairs up to the good rooms and the door to the common room with the beds were both seeing their share of traffic, late-sleepers getting up and walking out of the rooms, and others heading in after paying for the chance to do so, to sleep off a hangover. The group of people at the table had a wide circle of empty space around them though, nobody really looking like they wanted to get too close to the dangerous seeming people.<br/><br/>"The<em>Lazy Dragon</em>is a good place for these meetings, New Haven has all that it needs, other than a decent brothel." The Guild man shrugged faintly and then looked at the group, seeming to consider his words again. "If you have other questions I dont mind answering, but I'll go send a word to the client soon."