"I have found a few places my Lord that do arouse suspicion. Though a gallery has piqued my interest, I recommend going there first." His trusted Vindicare said, bringing up a dataslate. Zhevon leaned in closer to get a closer look at the picts, he nodded slowly. The gallery could be a quiet meeting point for any cultists. "For an item like yours. This is a good place to start. I will accompany you there and provide support." James assured.
"My thanks, friend." Zhevon said, bowing his head slightly in respect.
"My Lord, we should move. Something is amiss..." The Vindicare spoke up. He began to move towards the Cafe, which did feature a bar. It was also on an elevated position, making it an obvious choice for spotting. Zhevon followed closely, albeit less tense than his Vindicare companion. "Zhevon did you bring anybody else?"
"A number of my retinue." Zhevon replied as they were walking up the stairs.
"Oh, and before I forget. I didn't drink. Too many heretics here. They are hardly subtle...It is quite appalling and a test of my willpower." James remarked. Zhevon chuckled. "My Lord, I have a hidden cache nearby with my equipment inside, I will need to re-arm there before we proceed if that is alright."
"Of course. When we leave the port, we'll part ways. My retinue and I will go straight to this Gallery, and you can go to your cache. We will then both meet up at the front of the Gallery."
When they reached the Cafe, Zhevon looked around for a table for the two of them to lay low. Instead, he saw Adrianne. He tapped James on the arm, a way of getting his attention, and walked to her table. "Ah! Adrianne." He spoke, as if seeing an old friend, "This is James, we will be working with him." He introduced the Vindicare. He then pulled out a seat for him and gestured the Assassin to sit, while moving to sit on his own.
It was then that a Waitress appeared, ready to take their orders. Zhevon looked to the other two sitting at the table, and decided to order first.
"This Cafe does sandwiches, right?"
"Oh yes. Some of the best around. Just for you, we'll grab bread from LeDésir." She spoke in a sweet voice.
"Excellent. May I have a cup of Tanna? A cold sandwich as well, ham, lettuce, swiss, and light on the mayonnaise." He asked, she expertly jotted down his order, and waited for the other two to order. Once they had placed their orders, she walked away.
"Well, this seems like as good a place as any." Zhevon said, he placed the dataslate containing the picts of the Gallery on the table, but it was only a moment after he said that, that the Waitress placed down the drinks that they had ordered. Zhevon picked up his cup of Tanna and brought it up to his faceplate, the hot cup of tea marked his mask with steam. "A genuine cup of Tanna, wonderful."
The Waitress smiled, "We were surprised that an Inquisitor of your reputation would visit our little Cafe, so we are making sure that you receive our best."
Without skipping a beat, Zhevon replied, "You flatter, this Cafe is one of the most luxurious establishments I have ever had the pleasure to sit down at."
The Waitress smiled widely and practically waltzed off, pleased that he found the Cafe acceptable.
After looking to make sure that she had gone, Inquisitor Zhevon looked at James and Adrianne with his gold glowing eyes and plainly said,
"This disguise did not last as long as I thought it would."