[Narvin arrives early for a reccie, making sure there aren't too many people, or any of the wrong kind of people who make a business of knowing other people's business. But it's as quiet and almost empty as he'd hoped. He claimed a booth in a corner, far away from the bartender and the door and with a good view of the whole room so he could see who comes and goes and who might be paying too close of attention.
When Wynter enters, he raises his arm to catch his attention.]
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When Wynter enters, he raises his arm to catch his attention.]
Over here, Castellan.