Zakram could've sworn he'd passed the place by now, but the possibility of it still being a little farther ahead was also an option, even if he wasn't exactly sure. The young noble, despite his obvious look of confusion didn't stand out among the crowd thankfully. Zakram had learned a long time ago not to rely on his father's money or influence so he had gotten used to blending in with the general populace of Essyrn. That being said, it didn't exactly help his navigation skills as much though. He had never visited this part of town before, and to him it looked just like every other busy street in the capital. Crowded with people, mostly human but he did notice a few other races as well stuck in the mix.
Sighing to himself Zakram lifted a small piece of parchment from his coat and studied the information written on it closely once again. He cocked his head around once more to see if he was anywhere near the right place, and as luck would have it, he was! Giving an internal sigh of relief, the noble carefully made his way through the crowds of people and into a small back alley. Caution hadn't left him just yet, as he carefully inspected the surroundings and taking note of any suspicious individuals that also eyed him just as much. He couldn't lie to himself and say he wasn't nervous... If any of these sketchy people knew who he was they'd likely take full advantage of his situation and leave him bleeding in the alley with all his valuables gone. Of course, Zakram had to come to terms with that when he agreed to meet here after all. He didn't know much about his contact, other than she had a reputation for guarding caravans and the like through dangerous parts of the desert. That's exactly what he needed. While it was true Zakram could not make his dream possible without the help and influence of some of Essyrn's nobles, he trusted the lower class far more than them.
Finally finding the door Zakram gave a nervous nod to a muscular man standing next to it and made his way inside, lowering his hood as he observed the tavern. It was quiet, and didn't have a lot of people in it. Good, the less eyes the better. He scanned for several moments before spotting a young woman clad head to toe in black clothing. Zakram felt nervous just looking at her. He had to admit he hadn't had a ton of dealings with these kinds of people before, so he wasn't quite sure what could happen... However he had to trust in the promise of payment as his shield for now. Besides, its not like she knew who he was.
The noble shifted the bag on his back slightly before making his way over to the woman, sitting at her table across from her. He made no trouble to hide his face as he observed her. "You're my contact, yes?" He asked, his voice shaking slightly as he slipped the piece of parchment onto the table so that Ragya could see it. It acted as proof that Zakram was the man she was supposed to meet. Even if Zakram was currently dressed as a commoner, it was obvious he was not in his element...