Petro shakes his head. Apparently not. I guess I'm a little jumpy...getting attacked by devils a few times will do that, I suppose. He sighs. I need a drink.

Kra-osh nods his head at Ondrea’s request, quietly snapping his fingers to activate his Divine Sense. Seeing nothing, he shrugs.

(Kra-osh is out of Divine Sense’s for the day, he needs to Long Rest before he gets them back)

After a short period of waiting, about 45 minutes, the tapestry moves more, as a figure steps from behind it. "Greetings I am Artemis. I have been told that there was some important information for me"

Petro, who at this point has been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, just points at Aiden.

Our companion here hasn't been..... feeling well, and it seems to have coincided with us being plagued with swarms of some kind of fiendish imps on our way here to the city.  He was the one who suggested we seek you out.   Ondrea prompts Aiden gently.

Aiden speaks finally "Yes, I know you are in charge of the intelligence service so you know more than most people. I saw something at my order that I wasn't supposed to, someone there, I didn't see who, was talking with some devil. And I think they knew that I saw it. Ever since then my jobs I was sent on were becoming more dangerous, so I suspect someone high up was the one talking. And then on the way here, we were attacked by fiends, I think it is related"

Artemis thinks for a second before responding. "I hoped they were rumours but I think this might be part of something bigger. Can I speak with you alone please? The rest of you I will summon back when I know just what is going on"

Petro stares daggers at Aiden So it was your fault. Thanks so much for speaking up. I'm going to get a drink. Or four. He stalks off, grumbling about devils and Aiden with several creative uses of curses.

Aiden!  You could have warned us!  Ondrea harumphs and follows after Petro.

Angorn looks between Aiden and Artemis suspiciously before slowly following the others out of the room.

Ramos pats Aiden on the back before leaving as well.

Kra-osh leaves, yawning as he quietly laments that he should get some rest.

(What time is it?)

It is early evening. And you now have some downtime if there is anything anyone wishes to do.

Petro finds the nearest tavern, and is so wound up he actually pays for his drinks and sits at the bar.

Angorn, still feeling slightly stressed from the events of the escort job and interested in finding another job, will follow Petro to the bar. Never had a drink of alcohol before what is a good choice to help unwind?

Petro grins. You have made a wise choice, my friend. Bartender! An ale, a mead, and shot of whiskey for each of us here.

2sp per person for that combination

Angorn's eyes widen a bit at the amount, Are you sure a new person should drink so much? He asks but still slides over the 2sp

Petro lays a gold piece down. I'll take care of his...and the future ones that are sure to come.

Petro pushes his silver back over. Trust me. We're gonna need it.

Kra-osh will look around for any magical shops, or any job boards.