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The man raises his arms in surrender as you two tease your weapons. "Now now, we don't need any trouble..." He lets out a sigh and looks back into his home and nods for a brief moment. He carries a worried expression. Looking back towards you, he says, "Please, come in. There is more we need to discuss." He steps aside, letting you step into the foyer.

When inside, your eyes quickly adjust to the warm glow of the interior's sconces, little natural light coming through the closed curtains. To your left, you spot an alcove that appears to be a staircase to the residence's second floor. Past that, you spot what seems to be a dining room. On your right, you see a parlor. The man from the door gestures towards the parlor. Entering it, you spot a short, effeminate man, wearing a somewhat frilly white and pink frock. He has short yet shaggy blonde hair. He stands when you enter, brushing on his coat neatly. "I apologize for any misunderstanding. My husband is quite protective. But it is me you want. I am Dierk Bretz." He speaks with a soft voice, his Tulrissian accent more refined than the prior man's.

He gestures towards two elegant armchairs across from the couch where he's seated. "Worry not, I have your gold, and then some. But I wish to revise our contract... to increase it."

"I'm not sure we'll have the time for that... Nor is it a great idea to order food from the man we're to be getting money from." Luca shrugs, returning to his search.

Nyx

As you scan through the plaza, your eyes lock on an intricately-designed red and black sign posted above a building. The Amkharan characters catch your eye, and you notice Sekiko written in traditional Common letters next to it. There are a pair of large windows in the front of the building, and you're able to tell that the restaurant is quite busy, likely the lunch rush.

Narciso

With how crowded the plaza is today, you're struggling to spot the signboard indicating where the restaurant is.

Dierk shifts uncomfortably in his seat for a moment after you speak, staring off towards the wall. He lets out a deep sigh, turning back towards you. "Of course," he says plainly. "He's a man in his late twenties, same as myself. And at least six and a half feet, not that I've ever measured the man. At least not his height." At this, Dierk smirks, while his husband looks away, scowling for a moment before joining in a smirk. After a few moments' silence, Dierk begins again. "He has long dark brown hair, though he usually in a topknot. Trimmed beard, a scar across his left cheek. And his eyes..." His voice wanders off again, staring similarly to moments before. "Green, but not the pretty sort. The malicious sort, that just seem to pierce through you."

Spotting Nyx's subtle cue for backup, Luca chimes in after Narciso, looking more at the man than the hostess. "Aye, that's them alright. If you'll excuse us."

The hostess gives Narciso a peculiar look, raising her eyebrow before subtly shrugging and turning back towards Nyx. "Very well then. Enjoy your meal." She gives you a quick bow before turning her attention towards a small group entering behind you. Weaving through the sea of tables, you grow closer to your quarry. You can see, however, that your approach does not escape his notice, and his eyes are locked upon you as he sips tea.

"Hm. Lost kittens in the tiger's den?" His voice is deep and serious and exudes confidence. He sets his cup down, smirking towards you. He turns to those at his table, and lets out an exaggerated sigh. "It seems lunch is over for today. A pity it came before dessert. Same time next week, yes?" The merchants quickly gather their belongings, grumbling and bowing to the man, before departing the way you'd came. He takes a sip of his tea again and sighs. "Thank the Spirits you came along. I tire of entertaining those sorts. Now, tea? Or do we have business? You clearly sought this table for a reason." His tone seems much more relaxed now, though still just as confident. He waves for a waitress, who brings three additional teacups and a fresh, piping hot porcelain teapot. If we're to do business, I insist on tea anyways."

Dierk appears to visibly relax at your confirmation, taking a deep sigh and sinking into his seat for a moment. Pulling himself back up, he clasps his hands together. "Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me. And when the job is done, and I've proof of its completion, you'll earn your payment." He nods at the two of you, standing up from his seat. "I've nothing else, so I'll leave you to your business. Should you need anything more, you know where to find me." He offers a polite smile and walks to the front door, opening it and giving you a bow as you step out into the bright midday's sun. "Take care, and best of luck. Gods be with you."

As soon as you step into the street, the door quietly closes behind you. With one payment taken care of, you recall the others were to make their way to a restaurant know as Sekiko in the Piazza.