“Then why did he pick a place full of “others” if he didn’t want them hearing?” Rebecca asked quietly after her team’s client left, feeling quite perplexed. That Bronzor wasn’t very good at being very conspiratorial, at least if you asked her; you’d need to drop a letter in their pocket or something that tells them to meet in some random place in the woods. They’d need to make sure they weren’t followed, but at least you could talk without worrying about everyone in the room having the potential to be in on the super important secret.

	“Do you think we should head back to our room again before we look at any of this stuff,” Rebeca asked her friend as she glanced around the bar nervously. “I mean, he made it sound like it was really important that we knew it was for our eyes only for some reason.” There was also the fact that she wouldn’t be able to read the papers in the first place if she didn’t go out of her way to keep her hair out of her eyes, but she didn’t want to go out of her way to mention that part.