But not with Flavian, who frankly isn't making eye contact with anyone as she rushes inside in a fervor, smile far too bright and victorious for her surroundings. It's well earned; she's had a busy day searching through old bookstores, and then the underbelly of Thraben, all looking for something she has not quite yet found. Her soul is intact, distinctly not sold, but possibly not for long. She'd do anything to go to Strixhaven. Vampires and all the hells couldn't stop her now.

She spots her sister in an instant, and breathes out a soft sigh of relief that she hadn't been lost to the city. She trusts Farrow, certainly. But Thraben could swallow people whole, if it tried, probably it had before. So she sinks near her sister, and grabs the cup of ale so she can shove it in front of her face for a modicum of privacy. She turns around, eyeing up the other patrons to see who might be listening. Flavian sees the goat-boy and winks, pointedly, hoping that will fluster him off eavesdropping.

"I have a lead on a key for a book, and then I've got to find the book." She murmurs without preamble. "Key's been stolen, probably by someone who doesn't know what it is. We could get out of here without many favors at all."