Dalea would, of course, see that the tavern was filled with a wide assortment of locals on this particular morning.  However, no one appeared to be threatening or, even less, much of a threat.  Sure, an Ordellian militia-man here or there might get crabby whilst in his drinks, but it was easy to steer clear from them.  The party was among civilized folks.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i67.tinypic.com/312tu7p.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Wenceslas "Winnie" Bordeaux</strong></span><br/>Chronicler, Journalist, and World Traveler.<br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1738830) HP: 30; AC: 14.<br/><br/>Winnie poured himself another.<br/><br/>”This is going to be a long day,” he said just before he drank long and deep from his cup.  Wiping beer from his lips with his sleeve, he said:  ”The client said they’ll be by at around six.  We’re early.”<br/><br/>It was morning time.  That meant, the party had a whole day to themselves.  They could put in a good day’s work towards crafting, earning coin by their profession, or what have you.