Wester sweeps Silvia into the pub, casually sliding into a table like they're a local, smiling easily at the customers and waving to them like they're old friends. It's funny what sheer, enthusiastic charisma can do to get you places.

Still completely unaware of Silvia's distress, they lean across the table and keep smiling at her. "Looks like it's busy this time of day. Want to play a game of Harrow? I'm new in town so I'm not the best at it yet, but I'm a decent hand at basically any card game I get my hands on. Guess it comes from being the champion back home."