Dren tapped the table in front of her, her eyes closed as blueprints ran through her head.
The harbor town tavern wasn't her usual type of haunt. It was too loud and the fare was questionable at best. Still. She supposed that made it an ideal place for this sort of thing. And this was where the client wanted to meet.
She'd her of the infamous Captain Slaughter in the past, though much of what she'd heard was difficult to believe at best. That always seemed to be the case with these types.
The order had been interesting enough, though not particularly difficult. Cannons that could fire repeatedly without reload. The real challenge was making them durable and low maintenance enough to survive long periods at sea.
The door at the front of the tavern opened and a.... presence.... seemed to wash over the room as a woman walked in.