Illim looks up from picking at the dirt under Derrel's nails and stares off in the direction that Serid had wandered off in a few minutes before.
He sighs and glances back at the Skimmer, but his attention is drawn within at the sound of an exasperated expletive. Illim curiously mounts the ramp, wandering inside the ship. "Everything alright in here?" he asks in his usual, lazy tone.
Serid reaches the Bar's door, hesitating a moment before pushing it open. Truth be told, he's not ready for much but a nap... or better yet, a full night's sleep. Still, there is nothing to do but wait on his new Prince, and he certainly does not want to miss his ride.
Taking a few steps inside the building, he sinks into a chair at an empty table near the door, turning his dark, curly head to survey the room's occupants. An eclectic crowd, as always, it appears.
Elayne inhales sharply as she emerges from sleep and opens her eyes, blinking against the light. The woman sits up slowly from the sunken-in corner booth seat on which she has been napping for an uncertain period of time--although judging by the fact that she doesn't feel refreshed, it hasn't been long enough. Her first instinct is to look around for Mar, but a cursory glance of the room suggests he is elsewhere. Her thoughts turn to her other friend. Trey... she thinks his name, her head swiveling side to side.