The Crimson Tryst, formally the Crimson Scarf per upgraded ownership, was the place to be within the 'RRDL' Rhydin's Red Light District, a slice of reality taken from days gone by. For Jared it was the closest thing to the original Red Dragon Inn, and the Medieval Tavern(s) back in the day. It wasn't that he had not time to pay those former stomping grounds a visit because the former was where he came into his own per say. Last time he went in search of, it about came off as a near embarrassment for one with sea worthy skills such as he.

It was the name of the region that caught his attention, curiosity that lured him within, and overall impressed that kept him there. In short, a little bit of something for everyone, IE the sights, sounds and endless variation of eye candy depending upon one's personal flavor.

So the meeting place would be the fore mentioned Crimson Tryst, an uber entertainment establishment for the adventuring masses, where being human was considered secondary. The message had been left for him while upon his eventual return, nothing 'too' urgent, though it was whom the message was from that caught his eye. There would be no need for any weapons, because the Tryst was a bit of a stickler about that sort of thing, one just had to be ... Crafty enough to know how to conceal them, AND deal with the fallout if caught.

It wasn't peak time yet, so there was no near bumping into other patrons, nor the near ear drum bursting bass that normally surrounded one as you entered. What was it called again? Happy Hour. The long leather duster moved with it's owner as Jared came to a slight pause, glancing about the main floor, before checking out the upper levels, before a subtle wave from his left caught his attention. Lips twitching into a form of a smirk, where a nod was given in the form of a greeting, with a firm handshake to soon follow.

"I'm not going to lie mate. Wasn't sure who was callin' me on that number since I've gone through several means of communication since then. Was colored a bit curious really. I'm assuming this is more than just a social call?"

Smoke Tameron merely grinned, motioning to a passing server for what would be the first of several rounds.