Slowly get up and move indiffirently towards the exit

Without a more viable option available, you decide to risk it and attempt to leave, rather than waiting and being exposed as the spy that you are. Looking around you with as bored an expression as possible, and sighing loud enough to be heard in the surrounding tables, you stand up while murmuring to yourself: “He is not coming. The bastard is not coming. I should have known. Well, I’m not waiting any longer”. You place a few coins on the table and move towards the door, where you notice two armed guards standing at the ready. Leaning towards the one nearest to you, you whisper to him, loud enough to be heard up to the nearest table: “If a tall, handsome elf in black leather comes looking for me, please be a gentleman and tell him that Bri says he can go screw himself”. With a smile, you prepare to open the door and leave the daemon’s presence.