The Cat's Claw was the type of establishment to be busy, not full mind, just busy, at all hours of the day. Those who came in the mornings and early afternoon, the latter being the case, being those wishing to unwind before going back to work, or those whose work consisted of networking here. Rainier was of neither group, but he could still be found here, occupying a stool at the bar, a tall glass of some pale ale or other before him, only occasional sips of the thing taken.