Niomah stepped from the shadows and walked cautiously toward the Staggering King. This was not the first time she had attended a mysterious gathering. Perhaps this time it would be the last? her hands were thrust deep into her robe, the hood of which concealed her face. She was not the only one so disguised, she noted as her eyes adjusted to the gloom within. At the bar, she tossed a copper coin on to the scarred wooden surface and spoke, her voice low and husky. "Mead".<br/><br/>The barkeeper eyed her. "Mead's two coppers", he growled.<br/><br/>Niomah's eyes flashed angrily. "Very well, two coppers." She waved a hand. There was a blue flash and the coin on the bar became two.<br/><br/>"Hey. No magical money. We doesn't accept that 'ere" The barman objected with a sneer.<br/><br/>"No? Then why does it say mead is one copper piece on you tariff board?"<br/><br/>The barman shrugged. "My mistake, lady. One copper." He picked up a flagon and poured a crude clay mug full of the amber liquid.<br/><br/>Niomah took her drink and left the two coins on the bar. "Keep the change..." She muttered as she walked off towards the back room.<br/><br/>At the door she was met by a guard, who snarled at her "Where's your paper?" Niomah pulled the flyer from her sleeve and passed it to him. He checked it over and nodded. "Go on in".<br/><br/>Niomah entered the room, nodded simply at those present, and sat, her back to the wall and the door to her right. Thus settled, she waited.