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"Hopefully I'm the only one to die if I fail, but I wouldn't garentee they don't decide this whole place is worth killing and bringing back up as slaves. It seems like on of the biggest collections of powerful individuals I've ever seen. And there are a lot more than three, that's just how many they've decided I'm worth for the time being is all." he said, standing and watching him go through everything. "That can't be too reassuring to hear, but that's how it is. Now, what about this third one? And how exactly do you plan to use the party to our advantage?"

"I had hoped to avoid dragging anyone else in... but it may work out." he said, looking at all the wines Quintilius was taking counts on. "I will give it a try. Am I to be serving as if all was normal, or shall I be watching somewhere to see if our enemy presents themself to us?" he said, looking down at him. "I am sorry you were brought into this as well. I... can't really give you more than a sincere apology, but you have that."

"Sometimes, I don't. But believe me, I may not be much one for plotting and laying traps, but I'll be perfectly fine when the combat begins." he said, leaning back against a wall and watching him pace. "If our goal is to bring them into the open, then in that case yes, it makes perfect sense. And just be careful when things start heating up. I'm sure you can take care of yourself, but these men are dangerous. You be careful, and if need be... make sure Morgan is alright too. If I can't do that myself, I might have to keep moving to take full advantage of the situation, and I want to know she'll be perfectly safe, even if I am on the move."

Rivven stood in the center of the bar's floor, looking around, and headed over behind the actual bar itself, deciding the front desk is probably where Quintilius would probably either want to stand or put a servent behind. Rivven didn't like the idea of servents, even if they were completely acting on their own will, but he wouldn't let it become and issue. They didn't seem to be terribly troubled by working for Quintilius, so it must be different for them. He stood and checked over in his head before anyone showed up all the little aspects of his appearance he'd have seen to after clearing things up with Quin. His hair was combed, the coat was buttoned all the way up the high collar, and his clothes were straightened. That, should be enough. He didn't have his chain, that would've been nice to have as well, but he had the knife, and was more a weapon himself than both of those anyway. Everything was set. Now just to play his part and keep and ear and both eyes open.

"Chanti." Quin called as he hurried up to her, "So glad you could make it, as you can see either promotions were horrible or your the first to arrive. Can I interest you in a drink, we do have a full bar and I'm sure Rivven would get you something non alcohalic if you asked."

"Really now, in that case then I would sugest the wine, you've had it before of course, but it is the best I can offer." Looking over to Rivven, "Why don't you break open a fresh cask, and please pour me a glass as well." Quin watched the way Chanti looked at Rivven. Better keep those two out of talks of morality. he thought to himself as he mused over if the trap would work.

Quin turned at the sound of a familar voice, grinning, "Cloud, drinking buddy of mine, come in, come in, have a drink, I think tonight may be the night we can get our victim. Its been a while since we set our sites but now we have the chance to fire true."