The latest entry to the tavern makes a point of drawn no undue attention to himself, his lower face providing the only noteworthy exposure of flesh...and even that is unremarkable.  For a moment, he gives a slight moue of distaste, but it is gone as quickly as it appeared, his attention turned to approaching the bar and subtly perusing the room.  His orders had been simple, but unusually open-ended for a change; nevertheless, he wished not to remain idle for too long, his prior mission completion had left him itching to try to apply a bit more of his recent training.  Purchasing a tankard of ale to remain unobtrusive, he stomached at least a quarter of the wretched beverage before spotting his target, allowing him to abandon the pretense of casual distraction.<br/><br/>He could hear the tavern wench beneath the table earning her keep, and while he didn't pity her, he found himself wondering, not for the first time, if such women were suited for the aims his superiors had set forth.  There was little time for him to spend on such surmising, however; he had a missive to deliver, and the will of those above him were not of his concern...yet.<br/><br/>"Rennell Darkash," he intoned, his voice plain but by his pronunciation evidently of some measure of education.<br/><br/>His hand shot forward even as he declared the name, revealing a sealed envelope with the same name scribed upon it.  "I am Zulsaran; my directive is to deliver this message to you and await your response."<br/>