The Tavern

He shared the table with several others, well dressed, possibly lesser nobles or merchants. The polished circular table was cut with a channel, allowing the barmaid access to the center. She swept in, quickly re-filling tankards, lifting silver pennies from neat stacks next to the empties. This was an establishment where you could leave money on the table and not worry about it. Well cared for tapestries adorned the walls and no chill seeped in. A strange place to meet, but Argen waited. He needed the information from this contact, but he had a feeling it would not be cheap.