Caleb walked through the street, taking in the disparity between wealthy and poor on Price Talaris street. It was a little jarring to say the least, though from what he's seen, this sight one sight all but perfectly encapsulated the city in his mind.
As they approached the Three Tales Inn, Caleb, once he say that there was no ongoing altercations inside the inn, held the door for the others in their little impromptu retinue. He bowed slightly as he gestured for the others to enter ahead of him. Never hurts to be polite. Especially when I don't know how long I'll be with these people. By the time he entered, he had just enough time to notice the matron, Zarethea, enter the back room. Not wanting to interrupt her business, but also not wanting to be waiting all day, he simply walked over towards the bouncer.
He spared himself a moment to eye up the bouncer. Well, clearly someone here gets paid well. I wonder what a place like this would need a man like that for. In my experience, most men paid to break up bar fights don't wear armor. He them approached the man by the door, in as non-threatening a manner as he could manage, speaking softly, but his manner of speaking was very clear and his tone we certain, to a point where it seemed almost official. "We were told that the fine woman who owns this establishment might have some work for folk like us. A gentleman by the name of Vaskander sent us this way. Would it be possible for you to point her our way once she's done with her current business?" He paused for a moment, his gaze slowly drawing towards the man's cudgel, his tone dropping to a fare more casual one, but not adjusting his volume. "It's good to see someone who cares for their equipment. I've seen too many who take their tools for granted."