There he is

They enter the tavern, finding a somewhat dimly lit interior, a lowly lit fireplace off to the side and dusty trails of light falling in through the glass windows. The room is sparsely inhabited; a few people sit together at a table, daydrinking, and a few more isolated people are scattered around the tavern. After glancing about for a few moments, Tyra spots who she's looking for, lying face-first on a table in a corner in the back, an empty tankard tipped over beside him. The man's black hood is tipped back, he has short brown wavy hair, and his face is pressed into the wood.

Tyra and Diana walk towards his table, and each push up a seat opposite of Valdor. "Oi, Valdor, wake up, we got a job for ya," Tyra says. There appears to be no immediate response, except a faint, gentle snoring noise.

Tyra glances at Diana, "Is the blighter taking a nap?"

"Hey, Valdor, wakey wakey," Diana leans forward over the table, and starts prodding the top of Valdor's head with a finger.

The man startles awake with a sudden yolt and a blur of motion, the glint of a dagger reflected by the dim light. Diana jumps back in surprise, and a scant moment later most of the buttons on her blouse clatter onto the wooden table. Valdor's expression is drowsy at first, before his eyes focus and settle on Diana's now-exposed cleavage.

"Well if it isn't my two favorite..." his eyes move up slightly, meeting Diana and Tyra's, "..ladies."

"Nice save," Tyra folds her arms. Diana just blushes, pulls her blouse shut, and begins gathering the scattered buttons, attempting to chase them down with one hand clasping her blouse before they roll off the table.

"Oh you should probably get someone to fix that," Valdor then turns to Tyra, "Anyway, wha-what is it I can be of help and-or of service with?" There's a hint of slurring to Valdor's words, but it's nothing Tyra isn't used to from him.

"We're having a stab at the caverns of Hin'Dryaz and we're looking for some back-up. So here we are."

-"And you'd like me to recommend someone?"

"No it's you doofus."

-"Oh it is?"

"Yes."

-"I didn't think after the incident last time that..."

"Yes that very unfortunate wardrobe malfunction. You saw nothing, you remember nothing, we won't discuss it further." Tyra becomes visibly peeved, recalling and quickly banishing an awkward memory.

-"I heard there's some legendary, epic rogue in town so I naturally assumed you girls were looking for.."

"I want someone we can trust not to stab us in the back. Someone who still owes us 100 gold and oughta pay us back." The dwarf places her gauntlets on the table and leans forward.

-"I'll have the money soon!" Valdor immediately gets defensive as if he's being interrogated by a gang boss.

"Well then, this is your chance," Tyra pushes off from the table, leaning back in her chair as it creaks under the weight of her armor. Diana pops up from the floor, holding a handful of buttons in her hand, glancing at Valdor from the corner of her eyes with a peeved expression. "Tyra, can you fix these with some prayer magic?"

Tyra purses her lips. "I make shit light up, guide people, and smite things with holy wrath. Home economics isn't part of my spell selection." She turns around to face towards the other patrons, and shouts: "Oi, you lot, any of you who can mend stuff?" After a bit of murmering a bookish-looking fellow in robes comes up, and starts helping Diana with her blouse buttons: Slowly, one at a time, and at an awefully close proximity.