As the man sad down at the table, another person had been watching from the bar, off the reflection of their tumbler. A white-haired woman in a nice, clean suit, one that made her stand out a good deal from the rest of the bar's raggedy clothes and battle-worn armor. It was, of course, common practice to have clients arrive at predetermined destinations to make sure their identities checked out, but it was rare that those taking the kind of contracts Erys had been offered wouldn't make use of a middle man to protect their identities. Erys, though, could tell if a client was legitimate or not on her own with one look in their eyes. It was as if she could sense whether someone was honest about their intentions or if they were trying to set her up. In the case of the latter... the owners of the bars she met clients in usually preferred it to be taken out back, though Erys rarely had the luxury to move those kind of confrontations on a whim- or rather, she rarely had the motivation to care to try.
Thankfully, this man seemed to be in the former category- Something about his appearance- or at least his face- felt like it wasn't as it seemed, but his eyes showed signs of paranoia rather than deceit. A man trying to protect his own identity out of fear for himself, rather than to entrap others. There was something else about the man's eyes, though; something recognizable, as if she'd seen them many times before, though never in person. Who's eyes could they be...?
...Ah, yes, no wonder she didn't recognize him; His face looked completely different than normal. She thought something seemed off about it; Whether it was make-up or some other trick, there's one thing a person can't truly change, and it seemed to Erys that Mr. [member="Jared Ovmar"] didn't even attempt to mask his, either. Or perhaps he tried and wasn't able to make it look natural enough to not arouse suspicion, who knows. Either way, Erys figured that Mr. Ovmar was safe enough to negotiate with; She doubted a man like him would come in person to go after her, at least without having previous business together.
Setting her tumbler glass down on the bartop, Erys stood up and walked over, sitting in the vacant seat across from Jared, her gloved hands lying flat across the table. As soon as she had gotten comfortable, she looked Mr. Ovmar directly in the eyes, held her right hand out to her would-be client and began speaking, all while tapping away with her left. "Ah, why hello there," she started, tapping away almost rhythmically, pausing every once in a while. Taptap taptaptap, tap taptaptaptaptap... It was too irregular to be a natural beat, but too fluid to be random fidgeting. The tapping continued on as Erys spoke, "You must be the one who had the request, correct? It's rare, having a man seek me out without being either completely up front or dishonest with their intentions..." taptaptap tap, taptaptap tap, taptaptap taptaptaptap... "But your eyes, those bright, baby blue eyes, aren't the eyes of a liar. Perhaps the eyes of a man who would bend the truth, but not one who would speak outright lies..." Taptap taptaptaptaptap, tap tap, taptaptaptap taptap, tap taptaptaptaptap, tap taptaptaptap... "Though, I believe I'm getting ahead of myself now. You're waiting for someone here, yes? The one you're waiting for is me, Erys Ephemeris! Of course, you probably already guessed as much..." Taptaptap taptaptaptap, tap taptaptaptaptap, taptaptap taptap, tap tap, taptaptaptap taptap.
"Now then," Erys stopped her tapping cold, leaning in a few inches closer to Mr. Ovmar, keeping her unbreaking eye contact at all times. "Would you mind doing me the honors of an honest formal introduction?"
