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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3320881" data-attributes="member: 3448">Kit and Dame Brionna took care of some preparations before their meeting.  Kit instructed some her people to infiltrate the restaurant disguised as other patrons, so that they would be able to support her if it turned out to be a trap as Dame Brionna feared.  Finding the right agents was more difficult than she had expected at first; the Wyvern’s Wing served an “elite” clientele and most of Kit’s agents, as talented as they might be, would have stuck out badly.  But with some care, she was able to find enough people who could pass.  They might seem a tad poorer than the typical wealthy merchants and nobles at the Wyvern’s Wing, but people did splurge there sometimes.Kit and Dame Brionna also made their own preparations to meet Lord Terence incognito.  Kit, with the assistance of her new protocol officer, dressed as a wealthy merchant or courtier, or perhaps someone who was a little of both.  She felt a little uncomfortable about the amount of color in her outfit-- if she was trying to avoid notice, wouldn’t her usual blacks and grays be better?  But Dame Pressa assured her that in a setting like the Wyvern’s Wing, less flashy clothes would perversely be more noticeable.  She was a little reassured when Dame Pressa agreed that she could still wear a rapier, although the halfling then insisted on getting a fancy rapier with a jeweled hilt from the royal collection.  Still, the balance was excellent and the blade was fine, so she couldn’t complain too much, even if it did look more like a decorative ornament than any blade Kit had ever carried before.  Dame Brionna, for her part, dressed as her bodyguard-- a simple task, with expensive clothes but no heraldry over well-polished armor.  After both of their protocol officers approved their looks, they headed to the Wyvern’s Wing.The Wyvern’s Wing was every bit as fancy as they had been led to believe.  Dame Brionna ducked in first, carefully scanning the room with her alert eyes before signaling for Kit to follow her.  The maitre’d stepped forward to greet them, but Kit cut him off.  “We’re here to meet a friend in the private room.  He’s expecting us.”  If the arrogance in her voice seemed a little affected and uncertain, well, she wasn’t the only guest of the restaurant with affectations of status.  The maitre’d simply bowed and gestured for them to follow him.At the back of the restaurant, he gestured at an unmarked mahogany door.  Dame Brionna reached forward and opened the door.A tall, frail man rose to greet them from behind the table in the room.  At the same time as he stood, a muscular man in plain white clothing, with a layer of fat over his muscles, gracefully unfolded from a kneeling position near the door.  As they stepped in, Dame Brionna scanned the room for evil, detecting none.  The man in white-- clearly a well-trained specialist in unarmed combat-- signed to the young man in a private battle language.</blockquote>

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