Exton

Rath enters the tavern and pauses looking for an empty table. He sees a booth on the other side of the room that looks to be unoccupied. As he heads towards it a small silent form follows him. Completely covered in a dark cloak, the hood pulled up, the form appears feminine but it is hard to tell.

Rath sits, making himself comfortable and then motions for the cloaked figure to sit across from him. Patti walks over and asks what the couple will have to drink.

“I believe I'll have a type A on the rocks with a dash of tabasco. If you have it...”

Patti nods and turns to the silent figure, “And you?”

Rath snaps, “She doesnt require anything at the moment. Thank you.”

Patti heads to the bar with the order. “What an ass.” She glances over her shoulder at the couple and back to Monty. “Something just isnt right there... why the cloak? And why cant she... or it - might even be a he for all we can tell - talk for themselves? Maybe you should have Jeb keep an eye on them.”

Monty nods, “Jeb is busy at the door. I'll let the demifae know...”

“Okay. But damn, its going to be hard not to drop this in his lap.” Patti turns to deliver Raths order.