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Althea watched as the men shuffled into the bar. She considered staying behind to watch for the man again, but knew that a skilled teleporter could make short work out of a lone warlock. She followed the group to the bar, watching her six as she went. A chicken ran under her radar, bumping into her feet by accident. Startled, she prepared to roast the poultry before discovering that it was just a chicken. She continued to walk behind the group, aware of threats. As the dusk sun slipped beneath the horizon, the group prepared for what was likely to be a long night of chatting.

The interior of the bar smelled of piss and alcohol, but so did the rest of the town. Althea adjusted her hood, taking the dim light of the bar to her advantage. Althea shuffled through the crowd of people, avoiding drunken men, raising cups, dancing women, and a cat. She was wondering what a cat was doing in a bar.

Reaching the table where Dole sat, Althea quietly sat down and said, "Somehow, I think making a teleporter disappear was not in the agenda."