The neighborhood was a long, narrow plateau, and they had to wind their way north a bit to get to the inn.  They left the entertainment houses behind, coming to a more quiet area, with residences, and simple inns, rather than burlesque halls and large taverns.  May brought them to the inn, a modest place with a jellyfish painted on a sign hanging over the door.<br/><br/>"The four yer lookin' for are here.  There's the common hall below, and rooms above; a simple little place."  With the brief explanation, May excuses herself and walks back through the rain, holding a soaking scarf over her head for some meager protection from the constant drizzle.<br/><br/>Inside, the inn was warm and dry, a large fire in the hearth, and several tables and benches throughout a common room.  A bar stood at one wall, with a little nook of stairs going down, probably to a cellar.  On the other side of the room were a more open set of stairs up to the rooms.  With the hour and weather, the common room was busy with patrons, sitting at their tables with drinks, talking and gambling in their cliques, or mingling with others.<br/><br/>With just a casual scan of the room, Zia's quarry is easy to find.  One table has a man wearing chain, a tabard depicting a silver flame proudly proclaiming his devotion.  With him was a half-orc woman wearing rough leathers, who had a badger at her feet, gnawing at some meat and growling at any of the dogs that came sniffing.  Also sharing the table was another human, a young woman in sturdy robes studying a crystalline structure, a small snake around her shoulders.  The halfling girl reportedly travelling with them is not obvious to be seen.