Behind the curtain, more darkness, until a wench lights a candle, and then another, and then another. The room is long, and must extend beyond what you saw of the room above. The walls are hidden by red velvet drapes behind mahagony cupboards, and the center of the room is dominated by an enormous table, at least eight feet wide and nearly twenty long, with ample seating for a score, though the head of the table is dominated by an elaborate armchair, carved so that it appears that elaborately stylized men are supporting the seat, arms and back of the chair.
Ivana strolls around the table to seat herself. Two of her guards remain behind her, but the rest are dismissed, and her servants began to set out glasses, pouring wine from casks that they seem to have carried with them. Ivana drinks and after some time has passed, she sighs and looks around impatiently, as though some expectation isn't being met.
The innkeep returns, bowing obsequiously, and tells her. "Your fat friend left very late last night on an errand. He has not returned."
"Gnome," she snaps. A tall stool is brought and placed in the corner behind her. "Something soothing."
A few minutes later, people begin to enter, looking around them as they step into the room. Most are armed. Ivana's servants show them to seats and pour them wine as they sit.
"Thank you all for joining me," she says at last. "As I can see you are the sorts of degenerates who frequent this establishment, I won't waste words. I am looking for someone. It would seem that my husband to be, Alain Baton, has had the poor taste to bring his mistress with him to Levkarest." She rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders. "He's Richemuloise, so I suppose he couldn't help himself, but I would so very much like to meet her. Whichever among you can find her and bring her here will be rewarded more than suitably."