<strong>Location:</strong>Grismont<br/><strong>Time:</strong>11 pm<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>The bespectacled mustached fellow<br/><hr/><br/>The cloaked figure followed the directions given to the rendezvous point, staying concealed in the less illuminated areas to make sure they remained undiscovered by guards. Occasionally they'd look over their shoulder to make sure no one was following. Finally they arrived at the given destination, knocking according to the given code before being allowed entry. Once inside the cloaked figure undid the scarf that covered the lower half of the face and pulled down the hood of the cloak, revealing a woman with her hair tied in a ponytail.<br/><br/>"Thank you for your hospitality," the woman replied with a carefree smile on her face, assuring they were not followed when they came here and affirming her companion's statement, "Yes, yes - no one followed us here. But let's not delay longer than necessary, shall we?"<br/><br/>The brown-haired woman moved to the side of the door to allow the rest of their group in, using her gloved hand to brush off water that remained on her cloak. It would be rude to leave a trail of water everywhere in a guest's humble abode, wouldn't it? She looked around the parlor to have a better idea of what kind of person their informant was.