Sneaking In
In reply to Iskander (msg # 30):
Hiding now is more of blending in with the crow. No one noticed your
arrival due to some arm wrestling match downstairs. You are on the second
floor of a restaurant, which is more of a mezzanine surrounding an open
area in the middle, with railings and two flights of stairs down to the
main area. The space inside matches the exterior balconies, and rows of
long tables occupy most of the space. There is an alcove off to the side
where used dishes are being stacked, they are cheaply made decorated
porcelain and wood. The woodwork, once gilt and ornate, is old and
brittle looking. Decoratve scrolls with brush paintings, some stained and
worn, together with paper lanterns give the impression of a faded
greatness, but there is little of recognizeable value here.
Behind the bussing station, there is a sliding door, and there is another
pair of them on the other side of it. A scroll written in Sahudese hangs
on the door behind the bussing station, it says
"salon of the silver jade ibis"