Ven's armor and the rest of her equipment, including her bow of choice, were in a backroom of the club right at that moment. Unlike her companion, she valued protection over versatility when it came to her armor and was not wearing her shirt of mithril chain then and there. Her hope was that if things went south, she'd be able to snatch her bow at the very least. Donning her armor wouldn't take much time, but it was still precious second that could have been devoted toward something else.<br/><br/>"What are we looking out for," Ven ask, switching to elven. "I doubt they're going to 'look' the part." Ven had an eye for detail and noticing things. She wasn't as versed at reading people and their intentions. "And when he does come here, are we to offer a night of fun with two buxom elven beauties and take him upstairs?"