A man emerged from the shadows. Rich from what she could glean from his clothes. Rich.. and very intoxicated. As soon as the drunk had mentioned that he was the Burgomaster's son, Katya had risen from her seat. She didn't care if she was giving herself away. There were answers to be gained from him. Which was the real Burgomaster's handwriting? Which letter was real? More and more she suspected that she had been had. By the look of this place and her luck lately, the body at the gate would have had to have been the Burgomaster, if he had indeed gone for help. The letter she had received had then most likely been false, luring her here for unknown reasons.<br/><br/>Still she would have ask to know for sure. And in this state he'd be an easy target to talk to. Although she needed him sober to verify anything said while he was this deep in his cups. Whatever the truth, something wasn't right about any of this.<br/><br/>Just as she slinked towards him, following the drunk to the bar where he approached Esperanza, he seemed to freak out at the sight of her, at the sight of them. Assuming the girls to be sisters, he mentioned someone who might be their mother. And that they weren't supposed to be here. Once again Katya was sceptical, one eyebrow rising in pure sass. She didn't have a family, even the orphanage hadn't known anything about her history. Mother, sister. Theoretical concepts she might have dreamed of as a child, but life had taught her that dreams never got her anywhere. And then she couldn't shake the fact that she and Esperanza did look eerily alike..<br/><br/>Before she could even say a single word, two of the gypsies cut her off. From their tone to their posture, it was obvious she wouldn't be making any friends if she pushed on this one. Gritting her teeth she watched them drag him upstairs like heavy luggage. No getting to him now. She would have to try in the morning.<br/><br/>Turning on her heel, she faced the other girl. Of course the human boulder was already by Esperanza's side. His loyalty was commendable, as well as overbearing. Not Katya's problem though. With another stride she reached the bar, her fingers falling casually on the room key. Deciding to play along to the drunk's assumptions she said. "Perhaps we should take our meal up in our room, dear sister. Then we can also change into something dry." Her dark eyes flicked up to meet the identical pair in Espie's face. Unease still filled her at their uncanny resemblance, but she refused to let it show. This was what she should've done before she even left Krotice. It was time they talk. Preferably alone.<br/><br/>Katya took the bottle of wine in one hand and the key in the other. "Maybe you can get to know the locals a little better." She suggested to Xavier. Offering up a charming smile, much like his charge. Even as she knew he wouldn't be happy about this. He hadn't let the girl out of his sight since they started this journey. Esperanza would have to set her boundaries this time. Turning towards the stairs, she glanced at her look alike over her shoulder. "Ready?"