"Perhaps we could be more direct," Durin said softly to the lady in front of him.
"What do you mean by direct?" the blonde proprietress asked curiously.
Durin stood up, his left hand momentarily transformed into one with four fingers, then changed back before she could react. "Come with me, I know you've been watching me from the second floor since I first arrived."
He made his way upstairs. A security guard tried to stop him, but was hindered by their boss, who followed Durin to the upper level.
Reaching the window, Durin was faced with one-way glass that allowed a clear view of everything downstairs.
Durin watched the lady until she locked the door and took a longsword from the wall rack, "Who are you?"
"A guest of yours," Durin replied, then snapped his fingers, and a dagger from the Tri-Saint Society flew out, pinning a sneaking gnome's left hand and his own dagger to the floor.
