Moist walks through the Front Door a picture of elegant nervousness in his best three piece pinstripe suit, fiddling with a pocket watch and its not until he's at the counter that he snaps the watch firmly shut.
Then he orders a drink, mutters a heartfelt curse in Uberwaldian and downs it.
Once he's done that, he sits and looks around the Bar, there's still a nervous energy about him but now there's a touch of excitement instead of fear.
He'll need to figure out when the funeral is and how close he can cut leaving but that's part of the challenge.