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I'll send you the address; it's a bar in East Sophia.

[Not because he's also buying drinks, no, but there's a whole thing about free food for the locals, etc, so he's already in the area. He will ping the location.]

That's not too far from me.

[ And ten minutes later, walking into the bar. ]

Hey, are we stopping for a drink first?

[Palamedes, visibly just loitering in the entrance, glancing at the actual bar like he does not know what to do over there, um-]

Hi- I wasn't planning on it, but I won't stop you. I don't drink.

Oh, no. It's no fun if you don't, I'll just get a drink when we're done.

All right, what's our pitch?

I could really enthusiastically have a water, maybe.

[Ha. Okay,] We're just making the rounds and helping out. Carrying things, running an errand or two. There is a shop we'll have to stop by so I can pick up a textile order and deliver it elsewhere, but besides that, the streets are our oyster.

Now that, I can definitely do. It's like a patrol, but a friendly patrol.

[ He grins as he makes towards the door. ]

What's up with the textiles? Top secret? Can't even tell me what kind?

Well, it's... textiles. It's fabric. I didn't ask what all of it was for.

[It didn't feel important to picking up the delivery, so like, it's definitely fabric and that's the best he's got.]