"I dunno 'bout the meetin', but there'sh plenty of thugsh showed up at the bar. Never shaw 'em leave, either. Could be Bar...Barvasi'sh trying to hire more shecurity." The woman looks at the armed and armored party, thinking for a moment. "Hey...hey! You could maybe get a job here! Or at leasht an audience with the bossh-man."
"That's a great idea! Do you know how we could get an audience with him?"
The half-elf pops his head over Litsy's shoulder, as she speaks with the drunk man. "Or, more pointedly, how us getting an audience with him leads to you getting an audience with another one of those." He nods at the tankard in the man's hand.
The woman eyes her tankard and gives Litsy an appraising look. "I think, mebbe, you've all got all your gear, sho if you jusht walked up expecting to be let in, that might be good 'nuff." She throws an arm around Giorgio's shoulders, belching unpleasantly. "'Course, 't's up t'you, really. No shkin off my back if you wait. You could alwaysh try scheduling shomething with the guard. Might work. Not, about that drink?" She gestures at the guard watching the door, a big, burly man in what looks to be Korvosan Guard surplus armor, with the coat of arms filed off. He seems to have an eye on the party, while at the same time keeping his other on the drinkers around the rest of the deck.
Gio sets his mostly full tankard down in front of the woman. "This is yours, then. If we've got business, I won't be needed it. Shall we?" he concludes, offering a Litsy a way out.
Kazadarin nods his head and moves towards the guard, his arms by his sides and palms forward. "Wee have business with your boss."
Bran follows, nearly reluctantly, mumbling.
Let's hope we won't have to indulge ourselves in the many vices offered by this place to gain access to the "boss"
He tries to keep his eyes open, on the look out for an ambush