[b][center]Rendezvous Crash[/center][/b]

The librarians were lead deeper into the city, where unfortunately they only encountered more of the same miserable state. Streets riddled with uncouth men and the protruding smell of alcohol. At some points, even the criminal guide and entourage slipped through alleys instead of taking the main road. “There's a lot of disagreements in town.” A man with a bulging eye and a greasy mustache explained. “In a way you're lucky you ran into us.” 

After a fifteen minute crawl through the city, they finally reached their destination; a hollowed out manor. Outside there were guards stationed, equipped with actual blades. Some of them even carried pistols. While they certainly didn't make a better impression than the townsfolk, it was clear that they weren't small time-crooks like them. Andre and Bishop might even recognize some of the winged dogs laying around... The guardsmen spoke with their guides as their pets eyed the librarians suspiciously. After a brief exchange in Calacanese (Andre might pick up how their guide tried to butter up to the guard, whom gave him coin mostly to go away and stop talking) the librarians were invited in. 

The manor was damaged internally, although there had been at least some small efforts towards restorations on critical points. The windows were blocked with barbed wires and rather than alcohol, it was the scent of tobacco that filled the air. The guard gestured them to wait in front of a stained oaken door, before leaving the trio alone in the hallway. When he returned, he seemed to be rather displeased.

“We were expecting a [i]mister[/i] Bishop.” He addressed Bishop, then pointed at her hat. “He told us he had a daughter, is that you? And who are the other two?” The guard nodded to Vologhn and Andre. From his expression it was clear he was quite suspicious. “State your business. We're rather covert about who sees the Don.” He told them, heavily implying he wanted to hear it from their own mouths...