The tavern door swung open and closed as a sharp-eyed woman with a very pissed off scowl passed through. "Goddamn hole in the wall... Fuckin' impossible to get here..." She mutters, continuing on to grumble about shopkeepers and students swarming the roads. She struts up to the bar and slams a few coins down. "Whatever'll get me a buzz fastest." She demands. She leans on the bar and scans the patrons, looking for whoever of the lot looked... Out of place enough.
Most of them didn't look like the educated, well-bred people out on the streets of Mageside. The barkeep slid her a small bottle and a toothless grin. She raised an eyebrow in return and sniffed it. Shrugging, she takes a swig, half-nods, and pushes off. Scratching her head, she takes another swig and hunts through her pockets (figuring good old jeans and t-shirt would get less attention than her usual outfit) for the burner phone she'd picked up for this week. Flipping through it, she finally pulled up the message she'd saved from before.
-subject: Someone asked for you
-msg: Attached is a photo of your contact. Mageside. Two days. Payment upon completion.
Staring at the picture on the tiny screen, she searched the crowd for the matching figure. Narrowing her eyes she spotted someone who looked... Close enough to her tireding eyes. Pocketing the device and taking another swig of the mystery alcohol, she cuts between the tables, finally taking a seat among the two men. Scratching her neck, she leans on the table and yawns. "Mind if I have a seat boys? Flight here was hell."