Eric strode casually into the common room...well, as casual as an armored man wearing a holy symbol could actually get, which wasn't very.  He nodded faintly at the twin bouncers, glancing around the room before approaching the bar.<br/><br/>It wasn't exactly the sort of establishment he frequented.  He rarely dealt with the sort of folk who were especially keen on secrecy, and had even less need for the...negotiable sort of affection (no matter how tempting it might be, here).  Still, there was no reason to turn down decent work.  "I'm here to speak with the snowlock," he told the bartender quietly, leaving a pair of silvers on the bar as he proceeded upstairs.<br/><br/>"...Good evening," he said carefully, entering the oddly quiet room.  "I'm Eric Nysel, of Aston's Crossing."  He took a seat and selected a mug of ale, though he didn't actually take a drink just yet.  "I take it our...would-be patron isn't here yet?"