The door swings open and a man enters the smoky atmosphere of the tavern. His hair, which might be brown, is largely hidden by a tricorn hat, while a long coat covers him from neck to knee. He glances around and sidles over to a corner booth. All watchers tense; this is the booth their correspondent had specified. This must be their contact!

A large man with mottled black and white skin stood on the second floor balcony tapping his foot agitatedly. This sort of establishment certainly wouldn't have been his first choice of venue, though he supposed if his aim was to purge the world of some corruption, this might be a good place to start. His train of thought was interrupted as he saw his contact enter the bar. Sighing slightly, Oha'na waded his way through the crowd, sitting down at the same booth as the newcomer.
"So, I take it you're the one?"

As the pair sit at the designated booth, Selias quickly bumbles over toward the cornered seat, bumping apologetically through the tide of bar patrons. He squeezes uncomfortably close to the two men, standing too narrowly and bobbing slightly off balance. A look of genuine simplicity gleans in his greenish eyes. "Oh. Gentlemen! I'm supposed to meet someone at this booth, actually."

The door of the Drowned Cat is pushed open, the rush of cool morning air providing a temporary reprieve from the sweltering heat and stench of bodies within. Those few patrons who care enough to turn to face the new comer are quickly persuaded to look back to their drinks by the heavy-set hobgoblin glowering back at them from beneath the rim of a beaten tricorn hat. Pulling the door closed behind him Kurat slowly scans the crowded bar with his one good eye, his gaze finally settling on the corner booth and it's unusual occupants. He begins pushing his way through the crowd, making no effort to dance around the other patrons, until he stands before the booth. For a moment he simply observes those within, the glow of his smoke providing some small illumination, before leaning forward slightly, a toothy grin spreading across his face.

"Now you go ahead an correct me if I'm wrong in ma assumin' but I'll be damned if I don't think that the three of you ain't the ones that I'm looking for." He let's out a deep laugh while thrusting a scarred hand towards whoever feels like taking it. "Names Kurat and I 'ave to say it's a pleasure to be meetin' folks such as yourselves."

Selias looks to the barmaid before gawking at the Hobgoblin newcomer. At the invitation to sit, he joins the Darfellan in the booth. His attention turns back to the barmaid. "I'll have a water, please."

"I'm Oha'na, I was told you'd be able to aid in my quest to rid the world of as much evil as possible.". Turning to the barmaid, he replied "Iced tea if you have it." He surveyed the new arrivals with a hint of curiosity. "I take it you fellows are my comrades in this enigmatic endeavor?"

"Now, I suppose this might be related to your correction regarding your captaincy." Jonas says, leaning over Seaborne's shoulder "Fascinating, in any case."

Selias watches quietly. Treasure maps were serious business.

Among the regulars a young man by the bar keeps speaking to the bartender while embracing one of the maids, patting her buttocks from time to time and laughing. He is wearing a flamboyant shirt and a hardy coat over it with sturdy leather trousers. His hat is on the counter but a bandana covers part of his hair. From time to time he stares at the table where the group is sitting. He leaves a small pouch on the counter which the bartender makes disappear instantly and kisses the maid before grabbing a bottle of wine and a glass from behind the counter and coming towards the group.

"Katya bring me some cheese and onion as well, would you honey" he says to the maid he was kissing only moments ago.

When he reaches the group he bows in a flamboyant way and hops on a chair.
"I apologize for being late, some busyness just couldn't be postponed I'm afraid. I am Devan Ar'Faust, at your service sirs."

He pulls the stopper from the wine and pours a healthy glass for himself before placing the wine on the table...a little closer to the Hobgoblin and the contact than the rest.

Putting his feet on the table he relaxes on his chair throwing short glances back at the bar waiting for the cheese platter.

As Katya starts serving, Devan uses the opportunity to put his hands again on her, only to slide a coin between her breasts and kiss her perhaps whispering something in her ear before she leaves their table. He then cuts a slice of cheese, a bite from the onion and washes down with the red nectar.

After getting the rest of the story from the others he turns to John

"So...Captain John...right?, if I'm getting this straight, we have to find the map, avoid or defeat the dwarf's goons and goblin allies and get to the treasure together. Well, I might have a better idea, but what's in it for us? No offense intended Captain, but clear pacts make good friends."

"So you are saying we need the ship as well, right Captain?" Devan says posing his now empty glass on the table.

"And that we should hurry before the dwarf dismantles it or finds the map himself."

He pours himself some more wine but instead of drinking it instantly like the glass before he brings it close to his nose and steers it to enjoy its aroma, barely distinguishable in the sweaty tavern.