I move to a table in a dark corner, sit and watch the croud for a while. Quite a mix, many different faces, some familiar, most not. I grab my bad, head for the server handing out drinks from behind a thick oak bar. "Just a mead" I say, he nods and hands over a wooden mug. Turning, I head back to my seat. Damn, if I am not starting to draw attention to myself. I pull my seat back father in the corner, tilt my drink to my lips and wait.