The instructions had been a little vague for Lucius's liking. Surely their lord had reasons for choosing the bar, but unless it was related to the task he intended for them, Lucius couldn't fathom what that might be. Never-the-less, he'd arrived comfortably early. It had been a small matter to adjust the mag-rail timetables to deliver him almost directly here. Sure, he'd had to divert a few other carriages, but that was of little import.<br/><br/>Upon his arrival, Lucius had taken a seat quietly out of the way, tapping into the pict-feeds via MIU to inconspicuously watch the patrons. Even with his back to the door, he had the best view in the room. He'd ordered a drink too, some horrible concoction they served to the reclaimators around here. It tasted more like antifreeze than anything fit for human consumption. Sipping his drink, he was just another customer, albeit a very well dressed one. The cog and skull worked well enough to dissuade any extra attention though. Everybody knew tech-priests were a strange bunch.<br/><br/>Eventually, the others began to arrive and get settled. It was high time he joined the group as well. Rising from his seat, he stalked over, and with a nod of acknowledgement, took a seat with them, and inserted himself into the conversation.<br/><br/>"Not as yet, but I would counsel going easy on the performance inhibitors until such time as we have found out. Factor Lucius Havelock, by the way."