Bebin had not arrived yet, and Tarid stood waiting for him. Most of the others in the establishment were busy dining or drinking, but Tarid continued to scan the crowd from the lobby in search. Other patrons entered and left, and he must have appeared a touch conspicuous, for a barmaid soon departed from the seating area to arrive to him with a server's inquiry.
“Hi! Can I get you anything? Drink, food, or are you looking for a room for the night?” She asked in a chipper tone, and with a friendly smile.
“Well, actually I’m just waiting for someone.” Tarid replied. Preferring not to state his business, he left it at that.
“Oh? Well what do they look like?” The barmaid responded.
“I’ll know him when I see him.” Tarid added, hoping she would turn her attention to the next customer.
“Why don’t you grab a drink and wait, I’ll send them right your way. I see everyone on the way in, y’know.” She persisted. The efforts she made were an innocent attempt to be helpful, but truly it made the situation more awkward. He didn’t want to describe Bebin, not to a barmaid who had stake in neither their mission, nor the order. To shut down her attempts again would surely appear suspicious. Attention was the last thing he needed. Even worse, he might get tossed out before he could find Bebin, bringing failure to the mission he’d been entrusted to.
He didn’t come all this way just to screw things up, but he didn’t prepare an alibi either. Tarid just had to wing it.
“Uh...well he has a light complexion. Red hair, and blue eyes. Around my age, and a little shorter than me.” He responded, careful to describe a man who appeared
nothing like Bebin.
“I'll keep an eye out for him, why don't you go grab yourself a seat?” She replied, finally departing to tend to other matters. Bebin approached soon after.
"Squire, come, we will discuss behind closed doors" Announced one whom Tarid knew could be none but Bebin.
“I'm right behind you.” Tarid responded, following Bebin and Amitra. On their way, they all passed the now confused barmaid on their way.
“I....are you sure that's him?” She asked, with confusion in both her tone and expression.
“...Yep.” Was the only sheepish response Tarid could give, before both disappeared behind the closed door of the rented room.
* * *
Once inside, Tarid waited, allowing the senior knight to listen and watch for any sign that they might be spied upon. Once he closed the blinds, Tarid helped him moved the desk to the room's centre. Once so, Bebin procured a map which Tarid immediately began to study.
Galvinhad had been taken prisoner, and the three of them would have to come to his rescue. Bebin had the plan laid out, where Tarid and Amitra would feign different identities in order to infiltrate the prison he was kept in. The mission was to be one without violence, or of minimal violence, at least. It was honestly, a touch disappointing for the young squire. He imagined a swashbuckling adventure, planning on swings of his scimitar to see him through. This was
not that sort of mission, and Tarid understood well enough. To mark the knights as a band of murderers would do them no good, though he could neither stand by while another was captive.
“Get in, get him, and get out. Without casualties.” Tarid responded. Bebin was right, this would surely be a true test.
“The plans are sound, and understood. I shall see them through, Syr Bebin.” Tarid affirmed, pledging himself to the duty.
Syr Galvanhad Haelyn Ravielle Bebin Theros