The Royal Artificery Society - IC

[DeTess]

Julieanne's brew was relatively quiet this time in the morning. The early-morning rush for coffee had passed and now there where only a couple of patrons. A pair of dwarfs where sitting indoors, holding a quiet discussion, and an elf was reading a book in the corner with a cup of tea and sweet pastry in front of him and two students or young-ish artisans where holding a discussion in one corner. Near where Shandara was sitting a small group of students was holding a hushed but animated discussion over a number of large paper sheets spread on the table.

"Okay, okay, okay, I get it, you think you're nimble enough to pull it off." One of the students, a slight human female in her early twenties with dark skin and shoulder-length curls spoke up a bit louder then the rest. "Then there's the vaults, It's not like we can just bust them open, we need some kind of fine tool for getting past the lock, slight but strong..." At the urging of her compatriots she started whispering again, and the rest of the conversation was inaudible, at least from where Shandara was currently sitting.

Another quick check of the establishment revealed no further patrons... Except for a half-orc dressed in rugged travelers clothes that had taken a seat at another table some distance from the Drow. He was holding up a pamflet of sorts with his left hand, obscuring her vision of his face, but he was probably not looking at it since he was currently scribbling something in a notebook.