H-034: Thickth Bar, The Lounge
Kamphet watches Lia approach.
As she goes closer she can see the low table has an ashtray, several empty glasses, a half-full one that is presumably Kamphet’s and a fuzzer.
Kamphet himself is tall and skinny, dark skinned, a mop of dark curly hair, pale brown eyes, crooked nose, aged about 13. He’s wearing dark pants and shirt underneath the Red Jacket, which has a bulky cut, epaulets, gold trim and braid.
With a small hand gesture he motions for Lia to take a seat opposite.
She does so, quite gracefully.
“I’m not certain the gentleman was happy with your meeting.”
She glances in the direction of the retreating couple.