As Darhana gets back to her table, there is a plate of three adorable looking cream puffs staring up at her, each sporting a little nose and a large, wide-set pair of eyes, as well as some ornament on top of each of their heads. The creations quite frankly look a little more akin to palm-sized pets than pastries.
Meanwhile, as Sebastien was about to open the door to leave the Rusty Dragon, Sandru catches up to him on the way to the bath, and with a quick gesture back toward Darhana’s table he suggests, “Hey if you’re looking for someone to get a job done, Darhana over there is about as reliable a guide and escort as you can find.”
Given that small recommendation, Sebastien stops just at the door and turns to regard the current patrons of the Rusty Dragon, giving them a brief once over and scanning over each of them with a well practiced eye of scrutiny.
At the same time on the other side of the tavern, the halfling woman has brought a plate of omelette to Kaichar’s table. This one seems particularly loaded with ham, to the point where the contents look as though they’d threaten to spill out of the omelette at any point if disturbed a little too roughly. “Dar ya’are ducky, dat’ll put away yer gut founderin’ fer a spell.”
