"You are also one of the few who has been willing to converse with me, which I appreciate." Thrawn got the impression that others were wary of the Drow, and thus many citizens saw the blue skin and kept their distance. The two humans with him also made him less approachable, seeing as Death Troopers tended to have something uncanny about them.

"I will keep that in mind." Thrawn didn't always 'get' comedy anyway, and was slow to pick up on humor sometimes. "Shall we, then?"

Making sure Astarion and the others were with him, Thrawn made his way to the Elfsong. The building wasn't hard to find, since it stood out among many of the shops. Once inside, Thrawn ordered a bottle of wine and made his way into one of the side rooms where patrons could drink in private.

"Pik, Waffle, stand guard outside. Let me know if I am needed."

"Yes, Grand Admiral."

Foolish to leave himself alone with Astarion, perhaps, but it would help lure the elf into a false sense of security. Plus, Thrawn had a way to signal his Death Troopers if he needed them.

With the door closed, Thrawn sat at the table and poured himself a glass of wine, not yet taking off his disguise. "I imagine you have questions."