The Pub during an evening in mid-Lughnasadh

It's two hours before the charity concert, and the Corenite Trade Guild has competed the preparations for tonight's show. There are around seven donation pails about the pub. All are primed and ready to travel while the music plays. It is said that tonight's charity drive run by the CTG is going to be split evenly between the Erinn Cross and Bangor.

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Victor, Anahera, and Kenelm are sitting at the reserved table in the middle of the dining area. They're discussing negotiations for various contracts while they wait for their client.

A rather disheveled man in a tan overcoat approaches the table, his white hair streaked in what appears to be a small amount of sweat. He appears as if he had been horridly distracted over the last bit of time, but smiles as he looks between the three.

"Evening, all," Zach says. "Apologies, I must have missed the memo."

Dhinesbeth, busy sending a few owls along the way after today's incident at the board, gets reminded by a note on her calender of the Corenites being in town today. She decides to pay them a visit later that evening, and see if they are willing to indulge in a spontaneous contracting to survey the vicinity of Bangor for ore, as was mentioned the last time.
She puts the contract she already prepared on top of her desk, and while she pens a few notes to acquaintances in Tara, she ponders what to wear... and will make it a priority soon that she gets a bigger part of her wardrobe over to Bangor, once she has more space along these small confinements.

"You here to enjoy the music, Emissary Dellinger, or are you here to meet the client?" inquires Victor immediately after greeting Zachary. "Either way, you're welcome to one of the remaining chairs."

Anahera and Kenelm take their turns to greet Zachary.

The Emissary returns the greetings to both Anahera and Kenelm, before flashing a smile to Victor. "Well, it would appear I have have some time to do both," he said. "So I figured, why not?"

Once Zachary has taken a seat, the conversation resumes, shifting toward the upcoming meeting to make sure he is up to speed.

// fifty minutes into the two hours...

// Sorry, was waiting to see if we'd get visitors rather than post the insubstantial "He nods and coos" response. =P