October 'Toby' Tannenhaus, once the meeting of the great and powerful minds of Mercon has adjourned, goes out into the city with hood and cloak pulled tight about her. Her entire purpose for coming to this city, after all, was to make contact with an old ally, Travois, from her revolutionary days. His somewhat cryptic message she might have otherwise ignored, but he had been one of the first to truly accept her into the Order of Freedom… and besides… the surviving members of the Order grew fewer with each passing year.
After all… You've got to look out for your own.
Walking through the streets of the city, she recollects- Travois… Travois Henkkam. He'd been a Sergeant and Feild Medic in the Order when she was just a recruit, and one of her mentors. A sober and slightly grim gnome, he had a calm competence in the face of grisly wounds and terrible injuries that had always inspired her, and she still felt a great deal of respect for him.
Putting somewhat rusty skills to the test, and remembering somewhat dusty old plans for emergency blind drops, meeting points, and other necessary paranoia of a rebellion, she locates the easternmost tavern, inn or alehouse who's name includes either an animal or a color (But not both). There, she knows, Travois will have either left instructions for someone with the right password and a coin or two for the bartender, or she'll find him waiting. Unless, of course, he's dead. And then she'll have to start asking questions. Impolite ones. Repeatedly.
Because, after all… you've got to look after your own.
(Toby goes looking for the old friend who called her here, Travois, using the old contact methods of the Order of Freedom.)