"Hey, Barrow," Bastien says from the door, as if he's surprised to see him.

He isn't surprised to see him. It's not game night, they have more lively hang-outs than a mostly-empty tavern full of coworkers waiting for them in Lowtown, and neither of them do any drinking to speak of these days — so there isn't anything here for them to be seeking out except Barrow's company. They wouldn't be here if they hadn't tracked him down.

"Mind if we join you?"