With that uncanny sense soldiers have for locating the nearest source of alcohol, Jakar led the group towards a large building, bustling with all sorts of activity. As they entered, patrons jostled them as they went about their business, singing and dancing, eating and drinking.

The bar itself was on the second level, and as Jakar made his way towards it, he carefully scrutinised the building and its occupants, looking for entrances and exits, blind corners and vantage points, likely troublemakers and harmless merrymakers, but especially... well, a game of cards. It seemed months to him since he last played, and even though they hadn't yet divided up the earnings, his share was burning a hole in his pocket.

He pushed the thought aside, however temporarily, as he arrived at the bar and signalled for the attention of the barkeeper.