As is typical for Lowtown public houses along the dock yards, there are no windows here save for the slits carved into the very front wall. There will be little telling when the rain decides to a ate, except for the comings and goings of the people at the door. If Flint has coincidentally set himself up on the six of the table that will. Be able to clock this

Well. Then so he has. The ale is presently more relevant. He takes a prompt drink off the top of the cup as Barrow settles himself, and either the drink is what he expects or he has no quarrel with mediocre booze for it fails to warrant either a lip curl or an approving nod. Yup, that's warm beer all right.

"How'd the ballista drilling go?"

Apparently they're going to have a conversation.