Next morning
Metrius, Fimble and Gideon sit around a table enjoying breakfast and talking idly about a variety of subjects while Tor and Babette do the same at a different table several yards away. The morning hours pass and the breakfast crowd thins as the sun climbs brightly into the sky. Lunchtime arrives and the dining room begins to fill up once again. At the height of the rush, just as the adventures begin to doubt whether or not the gnome is going to show up, Fimble spots Drezel as he darts in the front door. The antique dealer holds a worn hat in his hand as he scans the room. A small frown starts to form on his face when he finally spots the trio at a nearby table. He scurries over and nods to Fimble, keeping a wary eye on Gideon. Apparently he hasn't forgotten the brusque treatment from yesterday.
"Ahh, I'm glad to have found you. I think I have some news for you. Is it okay if I sit down? I'm not disturbing your lunch, am I?"