I decided it might be prudent to check for signs of the Resistance. I had come in overland and hadn’t gone anywhere near the docks, so presumably I’d bypassed any lookouts. As casually as any random Quinlan, I picked the closest tavern and got a table. This one was significantly upscale, having an actual outdoor patio where one could eat, drink, and watch the world go by. However, a few minutes of watching made it clear that people seated there were not interested in socializing. So indoors it would be.