[Aynia]

The tavern was lively as always. Dust motes drifting through the air shone in the beams of light coming through the dirty glass windows. The cacophony of voices could be heard as being comforting or overwhelming, depending on one's nature. The bar at the front of the tavern had a patron on every stool, and a lone guitarist sat in a darkened corner playing bawdy tunes that was occasionally peppered with a verse or two from the less than reputable song. It was a less than reputable place, however.
 

The guitarist looked up from her instrument, blue eyes flashing around the room. Her wig was itching her something terrible, and the bard costume she wore was made to... enhance the form as it were. She thought it was ridiculous, but it did help with the disguise. She lifted a hand to her head, trying her best to scratch it while not pulling off the wig. 'It might be hot and humid and stinky in here, but I'm pretty excited that I came here.' she thought.

Just then she saw a woman walk through the tavern door, and figured that she had her chance. Her gamble worked. She couldn't let the Court know what she had planned, and she was sure Carrot would attempt to talk her out of it if he found out. She was here, however, and none of them knew that. It meant she could pursue her plans without interruption. They also could not know how... extensive her plans truly were. To put the Fleet on a leash would be a feat, but she felt she could strike a more than adequate deal. They were the most powerful Fleet in the Warren, as far as she knew of it, and she couldn't afford to have them not on her side. She couldn't afford a single setback at this point in time.

She saw the woman order her drink and move to a corner table with a good view of the door. It was perfect, and she needed to make her move before the Lord Captain become overly drunk. Holding the guitar but ceasing her song, she stood up and walked to the table where Kelsey was sitting. She wondered how good her disguise was, especially to the sharp eyed Lord Captain. Sliding into the chair in front of her, she gave her a grin and a wink. "Bounding over mountains and leaping over hills she comes, my chosen one, desiring to speak to me..." Her face grew more serious. "If you will, I have something of utmost importance to discuss." She set the guitar in front of her and leaned in a bit, hoping that she doesn't ruin her own plans.