The tavern was fairly well populated, unusual for another tavern, but for one catering to thieves during the daytime, not surprising at all. A couple of people nod at Nameless, as he makes his way to the back and down into the lower levels. The lower levels are even more well-furnished than the tavern above, as befitting the primary guildhall, and down here, more people openly acknowledge him, and welcome him home.<br/><br/>"So, how was that job? Any luck?" The question comes from one of his longer-term friends, who joined the guild about the same time he did, a man named Jared Nine-toes.