The old, grey bearded skycoach driver gives the shifter a long look.
"I keep getting told not to hang out up here for all the weirdos. Money is money, son. Hop in."
The trip to the closest Jorasco House is not far at all, but the skycab does save the convenience of waiting for the lifts. It is a mere five minutes before the group of River, Pok and Rumbum find themselves deposited at their desired location.
"Five gold."
*****Elsewhere******
Tondrek waves back and forth, turns a few times, almost as if possessed by a strange dance to which no one else hears the music. He then sets off, eyes closed, following his blue finger, at an angle across the street.
Amarande and Muzdum follow the half orcs listing gait.
Three buildings down, the three new comrades come to a stop first at a small cafe. A waiter is clearing away the remains of someone's breakfast. A small cup of tea and the remains of a muffin [sblock=perception 12] Muffin type: bran [/sblock] are being lifted into his bin.
The waiter almost drops his bin of dirty dishes at the sight of the threesome.
"Um, er, wha... ahem... would y'all like a table?"