" - What's that thing?" she asks. "The - disk thing. Looks kinda like someone squished a dwemeri airship..."

"I," she says, "have no idea."

"Let's go find out."

Nod.

As they head towards the place the ship left from, they encounter more strange sights. Metal vehicles that float above the ground without any visible means of support. People in strange colors and shapes, with odd numbers of eyes or tentacles or too much or too little hair.

"Interesting little world."

"Fun! Doesn't look all that Daedric or anything - it's really, delightfully, weird."

"I believe that sign indicates some sort of bar or gathering place. Perhaps a good place to observe more of the local color."

"They usually are," says Glint, in the tone of someone who is usually 'the local color.' "Sounds fun."

And she heads into the bar.

It's darker than outside, enough so that an ordinary person would need a moment for their eyes to adjust.

The room is large, and there's an oval bar in the center. It is tended by a multi-armed machine, pouring drinks into glasses and sweeping small coins into its recesses with equal finesse. There are dimly lit tables scattered around, and booths along the walls.

Glint is fascinated by this. She observes briefly, then orders the same thing as someone a bit before her, surreptitiously turning some threads into duplicates of his coins.

The machine accepts the coins and serves her a drink, beeping quietly to itself.

Fun.

She sips her weird alien drink as she observes the bar patrons.

After an initial period of cautious reverse observation, the bar patrons go back to their business. Drinking like there's a drought coming, low murmurs of serious conversation, games played on the tabletop with little figurines made out of colored light...

In the far corner, the band gets back on their little stage, break over. The music is uptempo and bright, but forgettable enough to blend into the background if you'd rather not pay attention.

She can totally split her attention between figuring out this weird tabletop game and eavesdropping.

Anything particularly neat? Especially involving anyone with the Lightning name pattern, or recent murders...

The game is a cross between chess and backgammon, lining up your monsters to take out your opponent's.

Most of the local gossip revolves around which trade routes have been closed most recently by the fighting, the Cartel's projections for spice out of Ryloth this quarter, the last game in the Horini Sector Huttball Championships...

Well, there's always fighting somewhere, though this sounds potentially big...

And then two women enter, both probably in their early twenties. Their clothes don't fit in with fashions here, though they're not much less scruffy than the locals. One's laughing loudly at something the other said, projecting an air of gleeful 'fuck with me and die' as she heads up to the bar.

The other woman's shorter, probably a bit older, and quieter, idly glancing around, gaze lingering a bit on Glint and Ellayania before skipping onward.

Ellayania leans next to Glint.

"That one's a Crow," she says quietly. "Our luck holds."

"Fun. Should we introduce ourselves?"

The non-Crow seems to have found something to idly murmur to her companion about.

"No sense waiting around." She saunters over to the other two.

Glint follows with a small laugh.

"Fine day, isn't it?" the Crow girl says, grinning at them. "My friend and I were just wondering about you two lovely ladies."

"Were you, now? Isn't that a lovely coincidence."

"I know beauty when I see it."