He sat alone at his table, nursing his wine and attempting to allow his body time to sober up ever so slightly. He had been directed to this tavern, the Winking Mermaid, by a shady character he had met down by the docks. The gentleman hadn't mentioned how he had heard of Ed, or why he had approached him in particular. Perhaps he was a fan of Ed's work as the captain of the Zephyr, and needed a professional. Either way, he had been given the information of where and when to meet the contacts to go other the particulars. Now here he was, a little sloshed, but none the worse for wear.

Upon entering the tavern earlier in the day, he had chosen a dark corner to sit in and a palatable wine to sip on while he waited. He had arrived hours before the meeting was scheduled so as to get a feel for the location and scout it, just in case there was anything untoward being planned. It wouldn't be the first time he had been lured into a trap, but he learned from his mistakes well! The dwarves, upon entering the tavern, had surprised Ed by heading straight towards him as soon as they looked towards his corner of the room. He had thought himself shrouded in the shadows, imagining himself as a dark and mysterious stranger here. No such luck it seemed. Introductions were made, stout ales ordered, and the business at hand had begun.

As the three of them had gone over the plans, in fine detail, hours had passed by. Hours in which the dwarves put away tankard after tankard of ale, ordering more for themselves and Ed who was forced to keep up with them. It was a matter of honor. If he didn't keep up with them, they would think badly of him and the whole operation could be ruined before it even began. So Ed was merely doing what was necessary, definitely not overindulging. He became more animated as time went on, and a small voice in the back of his head warned to not overdo it. To remain as professional as possible, and focus more on not slurring his words.

The day had been a complete success. He had lost track of the time he had spent inside the tavern, but the sun looked to be setting outside when the dwarves finally took their leave. They exchanged farewells, and the generous fellows even picked up the tab for the whole thing. Marvelous people, the dwarves, given far too bad a time by others. Personally, Ed loved them. Had spent many a night in the company of their people too. Their stamina was incredible!

With these warm feelings in mind, Ed stood up with his drink and made his way towards the bar. Perhaps it would do him some good to have a bite to eat before returning to Peabody at his own inn. With his mind wandering, thoughts a little fuzzy around the edges, he didn't notice the person walking into his path until he had already collided with them, spilling his wine completely over their front.

Another day down and Kaede was still no closer to figuring out who she was or what had happened to her. With every day that passes, the more frustrated Kaede gets and her temper gets harder to hide. She had started her day wandering the city of Adeluna trying to see if anything looked familiar that may jog her memory as it previously had. The memories don't last long like a thirty-second short film that makes no sense. Kaede shakes her head as she thinks about the useless flashbacks. Apparently, she liked to use different names so the possibility of finding out what her real name was was becoming more of a dream than a reality. There was always more questions then answers that Kaede would have after a flashback. Like why did she use a different name so often? and should she still be changing her name every time? She had smirked at the thought of changing her name again, Kaede had already lost her identity once did she really want to confuse herself again by changing names?As Kaede walked she caught eyes with others who would smile at her and her reaction would not change. She would just give them a cold stare back and watch as their faces dropped from a smile to a frown. That was what made Kaede smile. A part of her did worry if she should be concerned at the fact that she enjoyed the misery of others and being the cause of that but Kaede also didn't really care too much about others feelings. A few hours had past and with no luck and no flashbacks she stop and muttered under her breath "I need a drink" apparently she didn't mutter as quite as she thought because some had responded behind her "If you need a drink there is a tavern called The Winking Mermaid that you can go to." Kaede felt irritated she never asked for anyone's opinion on the matter and without even turning around she snapped at the individual "If I wanted the input of where I should drink I would have stopped someone and asked myself" Kaede stormed off without giving the other person a chance to respond.Kaede kept wondering and ended up finding The Winking Mermaid and thought to herself "what the hell" at this point in the day, Kaede really needed that drink. As Kaede entered the tavern she made her way straight to the bar and grabbed herself a wine. She started to make her way to the back of a tavern and out of the way of others when someone had run into her spilling not only his wine all over her but also her wine. 
"You have got to be kidding me! Not only did you spill my wine that I haven't even been able to have a sip off but you also spilled all of yours all over me! Clearly, you didn't need it if you are too drunk to not look where you're going or are you sober and just a complete idiot who's purpose is to ruin everyone's day" She had snapped as she tried to wipe the wine of her top the feelin feeling of irritation and rage building up inside her.

Well that was not good. Ed looked down at the woman in front of him, eyes widening at her explosive outburst. Well, there really wasn't any need for that now, was there? It was only a little, didn't that come right out of clothing? He would have to ask Peabody that. Right now though he had this to deal with. The woman in front of him was short, about a head shorter than he was. Slender, though the overly large clothing she was wearing seemed designed to hide her figure. It was a little hard to tell exactly what kind of figure was hidden under there, though the wine was making the fabric cling to her in an appealing way. His own clothes were untouched, not a single drop of wine had spilled on the plain tan tunic he wore, or the dark pants.

"Listen, miss," He begins, speaking slowly to keep from slurring. "I'll buy you another drink. What do you say?" If his eyes hadn't been plastered to the front of her shirt, he might have had a better chance at coming across as charming.

Peabody stood stiffly in the shadows, not moving a muscle as he watched the top of the wall. He had been here for two hours now, counting the seconds between the patrols. The problem was, the patrols were not regular. Either a sign of a genius tactician arranging the schedules to make it harder to an intruder, or the sign of poor discipline. He suspected the latter, though he was not going to allow himself to fall into the trap of underestimating an opponent. Master Ward would be on the other side of the complex by now, in position and ready to go. He hoped the captain listened to his advice and chose not to wear that gaudy yellow suit he seemed to favor.  Peabody had switched out his own finery for a simpler suit of dark material. It was a dark grey, not completely black, and should do a good job of concealing him in the shadows.

He waited for the next patrol to pass, giving them a little bit of time to move on before he threw the grappling hook. He had wrapped rags around the end to muffle the sound of it striking stone at the top of the wall. It caught on something with the first attempt, securing firmly in place as he tugged on it. During his service he had done this many times. It was just going to routine. Testing his weight one final time, Peabody made his way up the wall. It was a bit of a struggle, embarrassingly, it seemed he had been letting himself go recently. He would need to form a training regimen for himself, especially if he was going to be performing duties such as this more. Still, he was up and over with time to spare, if he was correct about the timing of the next patrol.

He had, of course, been correct. He had plenty of time to coil the rope and drape it across his body, securing the hook so that it wouldn't bounce around. Drawing a dagger, he crouched low and moved stealthily along the top of the way, following the path of the patrols. From what he had seen they moved in one direction only, which meant as long as he kept moving he would stay ahead of the next patrol. Next, he needed to find his way down and into the compound proper. He did hope Master Ed wasn't having any problems on his side. It was imperative for the escape that he be in place once Peabody was ready.