Calan cautiously enters the tavern; while the layout was no trouble to get around it anymore, he couldn't help but feel uneasy as he entered. Usually, the bar was a relatively harmless place to spend his time but as of last night there where paranoid pirates who he was told started attacking others, and an undead wandered past him. Calan took a moment to ponder how peculiar it was that an undead had been in the tavern at all let alone in the city but shook his head and made his way to a table in the back; at least this way he would have a chance at hearing trouble come and would be positioned in a way that would limit where he could be attacked from. Calan carefully searched through his coin feeling the emblems and ridges on them to find a pair of silver coins. He really ought to come up with a better system for sorting his money he thought to himself as he fished out two silver. He sat listening for a server to come by so he could ask them to keep an eye out for those he wished to speak with. In all the commotion the night before he had not gotten the opportunity to finish a couple of conversations that would be necessary before making preparations for the month.