Sarai grins. "Well, that is awkward."

Then she looks at the first map, and points at the bar. "This place is near. We should scout it now, while it is daytime, perhaps we can get some information without nearly dying."

And then she immediately gets up, checking the pistol holstered under her coat, ready to go.

"I agree. Daylight is the great equalizer."

Caster fades into visibility while looking out the window, in the direction Oz indicated. "How do you suggest we obtain this information?" He asks Sarai pointedly.

“We see who there is to ask, then we ask nicely. If they are in a bar, they are not there to fight,” she says. “Perhaps they have good falafel.”

“Falafel is another food I would love to try.” Caster hasn't moved from his lookout position, and still surveys the street below.

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“We see who there is to ask, then we ask nicely. If they are in a bar, they are not there to fight,” she says. “Perhaps they have good falafel.”

  
"I'm not sure what kind of bars you're used to, but that is EXACTLY where I would expect a fight." Imani smiles (genuinely) at Sarai. "But I agree that we should make a run at diplomacy first." Imani shimmers and standing in her place is a not quite yet middle-aged woman. She has a strong touristy vibe: her white t-shirt prominently displays a waving American flag against a backdrop of fireworks and her fanny pack is a bright turquoise. She adjusts her Minnie Mouse ballcap and purses her lips at her reflection in the mirror before strolling toward the door. 

"Let's go make a new friend."

With that beautiful segue, the team travels a few blocks to the location that servant was detected at the “True Nail” bar, which has a nail inside a full beer mug as its icon. While a gaudy name, the inside of the bar is quite modest. It seems like a fairly relaxed atmosphere, with some good music playing and good cheer all around... Or it would were there not a massive crowd shouting “DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!” in the middle of the floor. Between the crowd, you can see a man chugging mugs of beer, two mugs at a time. The man is tall and lean, with long blond tousles of hair falling around his ruddy cheeks, complemented by his well-kept bushy beard. He has fair skin and clear blue eyes, with his face and nose being ever so properly proportioned in just the right places. Objectively, disregarding taste, this man is the single most attractive man that you have ever seen, he’s pretty much perfect anatomically speaking. After finishing what appears to be his 15th and 16th mug of beer, he locks eyes with you all as you enter, clearly recognizing you for what you are. He gives a very wide and giddy smile as he slams both mugs on the table, “Done!” He then hikes up a chair in one arm and sets it at a nearby table, much to the chagrin of the rest of the patrons who were enjoying the show. He puts his boots up on the table, and you note he’s wearing modern clothes, leather pants and a T-Shirt that seems to be from the bar, maybe he won it.

“Don’t stop on our account! We’re just here to order drinks ourselves,” Caster smiles.

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“Don’t stop on our account! We’re just here to order drinks ourselves,” Caster smiles.

 What does Caster look like right now? Crazy hermit still?

Sarai, in human form, will hold the others and enter the place first, asking them to remain a few minutes on the street. She did not bring her rifle or saber, they would be too conspicuous. She has a knife, and her pistol, both concealed, and a regular knapsack with the Cloak stuffed in it.

She will go in the bar, note the crowd, and move to a small table with a good view of the place and the man. She'll order a white wine and falafel.

Hopefully she goes unnoticed amidst the drinking.

Caster now appears to be wearing a rather long peacoat, with leather buttons. He's still looking a little disheveled with his unkempt hair and beard, but at least he's trying!

The man still maintains his smile and crosses his arms, “Think nothing of it. Was just something to occupy myself until something more entertaining came along and, well, I think something just did.”

“Think me entertaining, do you? Might I ask, what else do you find entertaining?” Caster waits. 

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“Think me entertaining, do you? Might I ask, what else do you find entertaining?” Caster waits. 

 The man laughs heartily, “Many things! Life itself is a source of great entertainment. One simply needs to know where to look. For instance, I find myself in a ‘new land,’” He puts some air quotes with that, “With new wisdom to be found and new experiences to be had. I could enjoy nothing more.”

"Sounds like a prime opportunity to settle down then, no? Open a bistro...make your own kombucha..." Caster sits and orders a hot drink.

The man smooths the front of his beard, “I have no real intention to stay. An experience such as this is beautiful because it is fleeting. Never again will I get to experience these moments. Come, you and your... group. Sit with me. There will be time for difficult choices later, now, I extend peace.”

Sarai munches on her falafel and scans the crowd for any likely Master of this man.

Perception: 17

Edit: she might as well try to hide her interest. All Cha skills (Deception, Performance, etc.) are at +1, so pick one but the roll is the same: 18

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Sarai munches on her falafel and scans the crowd for any likely Master of this man.

Perception: 17

Edit: she might as well try to hide her interest. All Cha skills (Deception, Performance, etc.) are at +1, so pick one but the roll is the same: 18

 As it stands, you do not see the master in the bar. It is possible that he could be in a nearby area. You subtly hope and pray it isn’t another Archer situation.

The man spares a glance in your direction, (14), he chuckles to himself, “Looking for someone, miss? I’m afraid that I’m drinking alone. Seems my ‘friend’ doesn’t much care for day drinking. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t seek him out. He’s a quiet man, allow him his peace. I am here.”

Sarai will nod at him and drink her wine, staying where she is.

Meanwhile, while Imani hangs outside looking for suspicious activity, she doesn’t see anyone who directly seems to be taking interest in her. However, at the same time, she does note a clearly foreign gentleman enjoying a cup of tea at a nearby cafe. He has meticulously preened dirty blonde hair and a strong chin. His eyes seem contemplative as he reads a book with his drink. Clothing wise, he wears a fine clothes with a jacket/duster over top it. For a brief moment, he glances to his side to meet your gaze, but returns to his book.

 Imani instructs Virgil to (invisibly) glide close to the bar and keep watch on the others, staying within telepathy range (100ft). As a group of tall professional women on their lunch break pass between herself and the older gentleman, Imani takes a breath...

...And a tall woman in her mid-thirties (let's call her 'Kat') peels away from the group and heads toward the cafe. She wears a green blazer and fashionably wide black pants, and her copper handbag complements her pink-red hair. Oddly enough, an identical woman continues to walk with her work friends down the street. Unlike that woman, cafe Kat stalks like a 19-yr-old used to walking alone at night in downtown Chicago. She smiles at the host and seats herself near the older gentleman, ordering a small coffee as she begins to scroll through her phone. 

Your move, old dude.