The set of Shendra's jaw as she struts back into the Creekside Tavern betrays some mild annoyance. The seer rejoins her companions at their table, crossing one leg over the other after sitting. "The Port-Governor is apparently otherwise engaged for the moment," she complains (in a most ladylike fashion). "Unless one of you has a more productive idea I was thinking, well, perhaps we might spoil ourselves just a little bit and dine at the Rampant Reefclaw tonight. We are, after all, working on behalf of the Cove, and I believe that means we ought to have a chance to sample the Cove's finest cuisine!"