Strolling onto the floor in his borrowed clothes Zanebry didn't look very much like himself, of course he didn't intend to. Moving through the floor, he wove his way back to the tables he was in charge of, picking up the drink orders from the bar along the way. His eyes open for the blonde woman he was looking for.
disguise Early afternoon!: 2eA+2eP 3 successes, 2 advantage



