The price to have someone guarantee your safe return to the other side of the Saturnine Prot-wall guarding the Malkuth station from this region is steep. Plenty of gang-freelancers claim they'll do it, but rumor has it many of their patrons wind up being sold off as slaves to Behemoth or Asmodeus, or offered up as snacks to the pit of flies inhabited by Beezlebub. The barkeep - a somewhat elderly man, small frame, formal dress, gray, sparse hair - mentions some of the boys upstairs may into some trafficking across the ♑-ICE. He says something about "them Owl-folk" being capable of calling the three birds with their fiery eyes.