The Ruffled Feathers - Harnry
The aspiring young wizard's guide disappears back into the alley almost before the tip disappears into his grubby little hand, and Harnry turns to confront the chaos that is the common room of the Ruffled Feathers.
There are people everywhere - crowded into the benches at the trestle tables and standing in the spaces between. They are drinking, talking (loudly), and playing at darts and dice.
Servers move deftly through the crowd, delivering drinks and finger foods to the tables.
His experience with mercenaries - gleaned through a short lifetime of exposure to those associating with his parents - tells him that the people in this room were mercs almost to a man (or woman). But as he gazes around he begins to realize that his parents had sheltered him from the rougher side of mercenary behavior. This is much more raw, more primal than he is accustomed to. He kind of likes it . . .
Snapping to, Harnry realizes as he looks around that he doesn't have a clue who he's looking for, and thinks Well, Harnry old boy, time to put that vaunted intelligence to work and figure out how to make contact.