Vernon slowly made his way into the tavern with his pack of stolen goods on his back. He was told there was a bard here who would buy them. All Vernon had to do was wear a red shirt and a blue hat. Vernon was dressed as such. Vernon was in the form of a stenchless elf rather than his normal stinky form. he found that the unbearable stench didn't really help when trying to do bisness. Vernon moved to the back of the tavern and away from the stage. Vernon sat at a table in the corner and rested his bag of stolen goods in one of the cahirs next to him.

Tajon was walking with less fear now. She had been hear many days and many nights and nothing had happened to her. Except that one night in the Bloodseal Tavern...but that man came in her room by accident. Damned drunks... she thought to herself as she pulled her purple piwafwi around her body tightly, her hood up, which hid her bright white hair behind it. Her bright red eyes looked around the tavern as she walked in. She sighed heavily and collapsed lazily into a chair, looking at no one in particular. When a barmaid came, she ordered herself some ale, her head down the whole time, not even glancing up to look at her or acknowledge the fact that she was there. Instead, she looked over to a corner and rose an eyebrow. There was an elf whose clothes didn't seem to match... Well, maybe it was just her eyes playing tricks on her. She shrugged her shoulders and lazily looked a way, laying her stiletto on the table next to her within reach, just in case anyone decided to do anything...out of the ordinary. She removed her hood and sighed lightly and put a few gold coins on the table for the barmaid in exchange for her ale and instantly took a sip of it, having not had anything to drink for some time. Then, she leaned against the wall of the tavern and stared aimlessly. Was it at someone? She didn't know and she didn't seem to care.

Vernon's eyes turned to a drow as she entered into the tavern. Vernon knew that drow did not care much for elves, but Vernon decide it wouldn't hurt to try to gain her attention. She seemed to be staring at the wall, a good sign of bored if Vernon had every known it. Vernon didn't know when this bard was supposedly going to show up so he figured he might as well entertain himself. Vernon pulled the bag off the chair and dug his hand into one of the pockets. Seconds later he pulled out his bat. Vernon proded Mitz with his finger and awoke the small creature. He held Mitz up by a tuff of fur on his back and grabed one of the small flowers from the vase on the table. He placed it under Mitz's feet and Mitz gripped them. Vernon Let go of Mitz and Mitz flew off to Tajon's table with the small flower. Vernon figured it would be safer for Mitz if he carried something that would be considered as a sign of peace. he didn't want the drow to try and stab at his freind with her stiletto. Vernon did not think of what would happen if the bard came when she was over at his table if he could get her over in the first place. He didn't think of the probability that she was a snitch and might foil his deal. Mitz dropped the flower on her table and then began to land on her table.