"No doubt about it" Zhadristan says smiling, not quite managing to hide the excitement in his voice.
He gestures at a tavern in the street ahead which he hopes to be at least as good as the Blindle's Blade in Skullport. Once inside, Zhadristan casually scans the crowd as usual before he takes a few quick steps towards the innkeeper. After a brief hushed conversation,
the innkeeper hands Zhadristan a bottle of dark wine and two brass-colored goblets. Holding them with both hands he turns towards Sheiriya. A serving wench quickly wipes a nearby table with her dirty rag, making it at most appear cleaner, and fetches the left-over mugs of ale from it.
Zhadristan indicates the table and says "Or a room upstairs.", letting Sheiriya choose to her liking.