The Harlequin, as is usual for this time of day, is fairly empty. Only a handful of guests, perhaps half a dozen, are scattered throughout the room. Of particular note is one ebon-haired human female, sitting at a table off in the corner. She sits watching the entrance, one foot tapping absently. In fact, just about everything about her manner suggests nervousness. Karlan smiles and nods softly, leaving the bone-white cane leaning precariously against the table as he sits down by her side, looking at her with veiled concern.