Doryn had been halfway down his drinks, and feeling rather down in the dumps, when he heard the commotion caused by the Baron's entrance into the establishment. If he'd been a lesser man, one who wasn't generally quite in control of his emotional outbursts, he might had broken out into a positively ear-splitting smile. The Baron had come to him, and so quickly,--<br/><br/>--it<em>had</em>to be because of the rumors that he'd arranged to be released, the rather well-substantiated rumors of a quite-successful raid. The gushing of news about this and that, which had all so suddenly stopped only to be replaced by utter quiet, so soon after the initial gush of information. Indeed, he'd even arranged for one of the particularly high-ranked Nobles to get a particularly valued heirloom back before he'd shut everything down like an iron grate and began greeting any further inquiries with suspicion and concern. In terms of the various bits of theatre that he'd performed in the service of his job, Doryn would largely consider this one quite the critical success, and that it had apparently drawn the Baron here was... quite the feat..<br/><br/>All while wrapping up more than a few of the cities criminal enterprises in the process, and putting a good bit of pressure in at least one organization that he was fairly sure the Baron had his fingers in. Nevermind the fact that his men were,<em>at this very moment</em>, wrapping up the matter related to the slavers under the city and their half-Elven sorcerer... which, honestly, Doryn was half convinced probably traced back to the Baron int he end for all that he somewhat doubted such a connection would be easy to trace.<br/><br/>No...<br/><br/>...if he was paying any attention at all to current affairs, the Baron should be.. just a bit antsy... at this particular point.<br/><br/>Of course, there was always some dim chance that the Baron had come here for some other reason, perhaps even that his own contacts had somehow traced the theft of his property back to this Inne. It seemed unlikely and rather high on the 'well that's a coincidence' factor, but, at the same time, it would perhaps explain a few things. After all, Doryn had rather imagined that he would have to approach the Baron in his traditional fashion rather than finding the other Noble intruding on his own territory. In a lot of ways, though, this was so much better.. especially with a few drinks in him...<br/><br/>Yes, yes, he could very much make this work.<br/><br/>Thus it was that, with a bit of exaggerated fanfare, Doryn stood and let out a loud boisterous exclamation. "Well! I dare say, there's someone of my own social caliber,--"<br/><br/>While most of the criminal sorts had long since corrected their mistaken belief that he was anything other than dangerous, the Nobility still largely believed that he was rather foolish and easily manuevered. Doryn couldn't count on that, though, not with how-- connected,- the Knight-Captain suspected this man was. Still, he did appreciate a challenge..<br/><br/>"--I dare say, my dear Baron, it is ever so nice to see you in the Dew Drop Inne. Especially on so terrible a night for myself. Please, please, allow me to invite you to my own private table. I'd been draining my sorrows by the bar but with some<em>good company</em>, well, I dare say that my own spirits might improve somewhat." He laughed a bit, clapping the man on the back in defiance of all social custom as was his fact, all but leading by the nose the man that almost everyone- except him,-- were honestly rather terrified by over toward his table. It was at that happy medium between 'I know everything, and you're in far more trouble than you could ever have imagined and had better be VERY CAREFUL' and 'I'm drunk, helpless, and in a chatty mood as you've no doubt seen me on more than a few occasions.' "I dare say we've never had much opportunity to socialize at the Duke's parties, when we're both in attendance, so this is quite a pleasant surprise. I've always admired the way you present yourself... you remind me of some of the fearsome leaders of my own homeland.. a man who is feared, yes, but respected and even loved by those whom he keeps close to him."<br/><br/>A soft disarming smile, coal gray eyes looking very directly into the Baron's eyes,--<br/><br/>"--so, my good Baron, just what brings you to the Dew Drop? I like to think I'd have noticed before now if you were a regular."