"Don't blame me for that," Vennar said, grunting slightly as he went to grab himself a glass of cider. "Myraz's men are crawling all over the city, if we so much as looked at them funny they'd have us in prison, and I promise you that wouldn't end well for us."<br/><br/>He poured Daric a drink, bringing it over and placing it on the table in front of him, pulling up a chair for himself.<br/><br/>"Consider this a drink on me," Vennar said. "I know you can rarely stick to just a single drink. Anyway, what we have to discuss...I'd rather we were relatively sober for it." He chanced a glance at the door. "Damnit, she's always late when I need her to arrive on time."