Horizon of Darkness

It seemed unusual to her, but not suspicious enough to immediately connect the dots. The huntress continues to observe, approvingly patting Zeikin on the knee under the table, hinting at continuing the conversation and leading to topics of interest to the mercenaries.

"He probably has a cognitive score of over fifty, the scoundrel," Zeikin replied to Nikte with a pat on his own knee.

"Seetria? I'm from there myself! From Pyninburg!" Zeikin rejoiced and slapped his acquaintance on the shoulder. "Zoma, right? I immediately felt that there was something kindred in you!"
He ordered an extra drink for the man from the waitress.
"But listen, Baron? Are you pulling my leg, brother? Just look around - the location is a dump, there's nothing here but salt. I can't imagine what a respectable person could need here.