Soon enough, the native would come into view. Connor decided he should put up his own hood once he decided he had to come through this dump of a tavern in order to look around. His mysterious Brother should be here, again hopefully. Lest it could be an ambush of some sort but he had no proof of that happening yet. His own instincts told him to see this deal through, so he would. Being outside of his own network proved probably dangerous, so he had to try hard and never stray from what he was supposed to do.

He didn't pay any mind to normal patrons and kept a good distance, not making any sound or any eye contact to them. Find what stood out, his mind told him.

In the corner of his eye, he found another hooded figure. He wasn't getting drunk, neither was he trying to flirt with any waitresses, he acted very different. Plus, he wore a hood like he did.

Obviously, this could be his contact. But of course, he had to play it safe. He made sure he kept the parchment that was sent to him for this very reason. He said nothing as he made himself known to Adéwalé, and once he made himself known, he stood in front of him.

Still saying nothing, he pulled out the letter sent for Adéwalé to see.

He was here, so was he the man Connor was looking for?

A gutsy move, but the only one he could do without speaking of secret sensitive matters in public.