Momentarily startled, Sssakkariah automatically takes the parchment as it is shoved into her hand. By the time she recovers her wits to get a second look at the old man, he has disappeared. Exasperated, she starts to crumple the flyer, which was probably some sort of silly human advertisement, when something odd strikes her... a quick, sly glance around confirms her suspicions. No one else had been handed one of these. A cold trickle of unease begins to make itself felt in the pit of her stomach, particularly when she recalls the man's hands had been as smooth and unspotted by age. Trickery! her mind hisses. Though not especially skilled trickery, she amends, after a brief moment's thought.
Smoothing the parchment, she frowns slightly at the stylized dragon symbol. I've seen this somewhere before... oh yes, at that tavern... all the way on the other side of the city. Muttering an aborted curse, she wavers for a moment then starts heading towards The Jacynth Dragon. Might as well go have a look... perhaps it will lead me off this damp rock.