3rd of Vhalar 719
Ellasin had hesitated back in Rharne, when they arrived. As if sensing something, she cast glances about. Something changed her mind about where she was. In a flash, her mind was made up. The powers at her command had eroded her virtues of secrecy and discretion. Where once she relied on cunning, brute force and blatant acts of violence had taken their place. This was not her way, not her old way. It wasn't how she'd built her empire from the ground up. It was exactly the way everything found itself crumbling around her ears.
She needed to put the breaks on, and not let an errant pawn drive her to desperation.
So she turned to Maxine, and smiled her inscrutable, unreadable smile. "We will finish this at a later date, when the appropriate forces have gathered. I want you to meet me at The Red Hand, in Scalvoris town on the morning of 3rd of Vhalar... Don't linger too long here in Rharne. Already eyes have focused in on our arrival. I'm sure a woman of your skills can find someone to smuggle you out... In the meantime..."
And just like that, Ellasin had vanished before Max's eyes. Nevertheless, the invitation to her own establishment had been made.
And if Maxine found herself in Scalvoris, on the 3rd of Vhalar, her establishment would be mostly deserted during the day, it's main attractions being active during the night time hours.
Even so, should Maxine look around, she would find one familiar form seated at a round table, near a dirty window. A ray of light shone over her hood, but a lock of black hair could be seen to be streaming out of it. The hand that tapped the table had black fingernails.
It appeared that Max's date had arrived. Would she take it?