The blistering heat and swirls of sand make being outside truly unpleasant and even just the shade of the squat tavern looks appealing.  Outside of the adobe building, two old men smoke odd long pipes, glaring out at the light outside.  Inside through the open door can be seen barmaids slowly milling in similar traditional robes and dress of the other Jacca people, though perhaps slightly tighter than the ones worn outside.  Faint music with a tinny quality can be faintly heard, though the place lacks the raucous cheering and laughing of the Storm and Queen.<br/><br/>With a scent of spice and fruit, steel and blood, the Jacca Savashi princess sweeps past the Delvers as they slow down to examine the street.  Her guards move as well and with a quick flick of her wrist she clearly directs them.  The fully masked one moves out to the side, slowing his step and moving his feet differently, not quite kicking up sand but certainly making more sound with his feet.  In that same movement, the woman and her other guard begin stepping towards the tavern.  The guard off to the side moves at about the speed of the Delvers, but far off enough that while obvious it isn't terribly threatening.<br/><br/>Upon entering the tavern, the heat thankfully lets off.  The cool clay walls and ceilings help to bring down the heat, as does the fact that patrons are seated far from each other in relatively dark alcoves.  As soon as the Delvers enter, a lithe woman with dark skin in similar robes to those people walking outside approaches.  Her dress is shorter, showing a bit more leg, tighter, but most different is that her hood is pulled back showing her left ear and the hair on that side.  She offers a cool, demure smile and holds up a gloved hand, speaking in an accent that is smooth and almost sing-songy, "Hello, travelers, I have prepared a table for you, if you would just come this way."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/15/44/cc/1544ccc6875920dc682610a2b165b8e8.jpg)</div>She takes with her gloved hand whoever walked in first, placing an ungloved hand on their sleeve to guide them back into the tavern and to one of the darkened alcoves, this one shut off from the rest of the space by the masked guard who walked in with the bandit princess.  She gives the slightest of nods and pulls back the curtain.  Inside is a table with space for eight at which sits the woman seen outside.  In front of her she has a single steel cup and a bottle that looks like wine.  She gestures and five more cups are brought forward by another serving woman and handed directly to the Delvers.  "Come, sit," she beckons, her voice even more heavily accented, "I would know from you what you outsiders seek.  Perhaps deal will be made."