@zaunite-hound ♡'d for a starter
The Lanes are perhaps too familiar to the artist by now and he thinks sourly of the blathering it would incite if the other Houses ever came to know. Another black mark against the disgraced DeRosso family - not that there are any of them left now, aside from himself. Yet it was precisely his connections here that allowed him some modicum of leverage, enough to at least claw his own reputation out from the pits.
Lazarus makes for an inconspicuous man when he wants to be, dressed plainly and without any valuable adornment. He'd loosely tied his hair back with a leather strip and it would only be when he spoke that his Piltovan accent gave him away. He'd settled himself at The Last Drop with a book, waiting for… Well, waiting for someone, that is certain.
It's a shame they do not turn up.
Half an hour past their appointed time and he moves to settle at the bar counter, putting a few coins down. "Whatever is on tap, please." And a pause before he asks the bartender, "Do you know anyone who goes by Valdi?" That was the person he'd been waiting for.
