Jessica
The man rises from the bleacher in turn, clapping his calloused had upon Saitos and stating with confidence "You can call me William Ernest. We should get out of here, somewhere more... Acceptable towards hunters like ourselves." He leans in once more and speaks in a hushed tone "We don't want to be overheard by any of the guards or those hunters who are less scrupulous." With that finished he releases his grip upon Ishikawa's arm and walks off, making his way down the bleachers and out of the amphitheater. By now, it seems, many others have the same idea and have also begun to file out of the amphitheater. It wouldn't be hard to follow after Ernest, but if Saito wanted to do something else he could very well to do so.
Clayton
*Ishikawa raised an eyebrow. This man was planning... Something. What it was he couldn't tell quite yet, but it would be more interesting than simply getting the tar beaten out of oneself by a monster. He nods, and follows the other out of the theatre, moving in-between the other hunters with ease. To look less conspicuous, he'd focus on his hawk, gently scratching the top of his head, not much needing to pay attention to where he was going given his exceptional hearing.*
Jessica
He weaves his way through the streets, whilst many seem to be heading for the higher level bars - general stores, or other places of business (such as a local blacksmith) he seems to be heading directly for the "Downtown" Of this location. Within this poorer part of town, he makes a beeline for the less reputable tavern - the one guards rarely visit unless they're here to arrest someone. If Ishikawa follows him indoors he will find that he took the corner table and is currently chatting with the waiter. Upon noticing Ishikawa he'd subtly signal for him to come over. The clients of this establishment are ruffians of all kinds, but mostly the "Large and bulky" Neverdoweller kinds. No one pays him any mind though, even if he does have a hawk on his arm.