The tavern of choice for the evening was the Drunkard's Docket, which had absolutely nothing to do with any law-related activities and was simply named as such because it had the word 'dock' in it, though it has since earned a reputation for all the drunk confessions shouted within its confines. As the meaning behind the name would suggest, the tavern was located at the docks, spanning out into the sea with the currents visible between the wooden floorboards. As was common for practically any Sol City tavern that did not serve piss-poor alcohol, the place was crowded as the various workers surged in to unwind for the day.

Ambika picked out a table at the corner that allowed her to see the entire establishment as was her prerogative whenever possible, and in her hand was a glass of red wine while she waited for her order of lemon-drizzled grilled fish and salad to arrive. The old woman had no love for the sensation of being drunk, so she was very much willing to spend more to avoid the poison as best as possible. She would certainly eye the twin's choices of drinks, though, given that the bill would be on her, or more accurately, the would-be assassins' dime.

    Sara raised her hand at one of the barmaids as she passed. "Two pints of mead, love." The woman smiled at Sara, though it seemed it was partly just for show. Sara leaned back in her seat as she sat with Ambika, relaxing. Luna, on the other hand, crossed her legs, and placed her hands on the table. "I believe after all that, you owe us some sort of explanation." Luna's eyes were only partly on Ambika. Her attention was mainly focused on the door, watching anyone who entered in. Sara chuckled. "The woman has enemies, sister. Who among us hasn't had a few of those? The older you get, the more enemies you make." She had a dumb smile across her face, as the pint glasses were brought to the table. She took one of  the mugs, and Luna took the other one, though as Sara took a big swig, Luna hardly touched hers, continuing to watch the crowd. "Maybe for you. I intend to make as many allies as I do enemies." 

    "Is life even worth living if you don't get a good fight in every once in a while?!" Sara joked, raising her glass. "To the enemies who paid for this drink! And to a hundred more drinks to come!"

"In-laws." Ambika began. "Or more specifically, one of my noble neighbours who betrayed me to my in-laws. My partner was part of a noble family, until he was not. They were content to leave him be for the most part, it seemed. But now that they know he is gone, they see no reason to keep a loose end untied." A visible sadness would surface along her wizened features as she brought up mention of Florentio. She missed him dearly, and would not begrudge the Sun Elf for the troubles he was bringing to her post-death. After all, her skeletons in the closet could very well be stalking him instead had the circumstances been different.

In the meantime, the tavern was bustling with activity, between adventuring parties sharing anecdotes with one another, an ongoing arm-wrestling contest between a well-toned female adventurer and her challengers lined up in a queue, a drunkard gambler betting an exquisite hair accessory that glimmered and sparkled, standing out like a sore thumb against the warm, earthen tones brought forth by overhead and wall lanterns, and a group of drunken sailors singing sea shanties that grated horribly at the old bard's trained ears. She might well be tempted enough to play a piece or two just to tune out all the noise.

Another group of armed persons, presumably adventurers, would also enter the tavern around this time and take up a few tables around the tavern, perhaps pretending to be separate entourages.

Ambika raised her wineglass, and with a clink, would bring the glass to her and take a sip. She liked to savour her food when circumstances allowed.