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<br/>​</div>Marek didn't even have a chance to take a seat before the darkly furred feline tossed him some coin and said that the meal was on her. Deftly he caught the money and bowed his head in thanks, about to speak, when he saw that she was already exiting the establishment. By now, one of the men at the table close to the door, the ones gambling, had pulled a knife and lunged at another, accusing him of cheating. The feline had slipped out the door, having gathered her things, and Marek was a little confused with her leaving and all the commotion.<br/><br/>However it was Sybille that caught his attention, wanting him to go after the feline. She also asked him why he hadn't spoken up about his lack of money. He'd never really thought about it, but he just didn't discuss money all that much. He got by, and was frugal. However, he knew he'd have to hurry to catch up to the feline, and so he exited the inn shortly after she had.<br/><br/>Keen eyes looked up and down the street and were it not for some of the blue in her fur he might very well have lost her. Starting after her he raised a hand to call out and realized he did not even know her name.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Hey! Hold on!"</span></b>he called out, and moved swiftly to catch up, but approached cautiously so as not to disturb her mood further.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"I didn't even catch your name! I'm grateful for the meal, thank you very much!"</span></b>he said, falling into step beside her, hoping that she didn't mind. His eyes looked at her for a moment, noting her graceful movements and just how pretty she actually was. He blushed and continued forward. The man obviously had no idea how to lie, or was possibly even incapable of it.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Sybille wanted me to come after you and try to convince you to join us. I... uhm... I'm really not sure why she sent me, except I would gather maybe she thinks you don't like her very much. I apologize if she offended you somehow. I'm not aware of how you two met."</span></b>he continued, wincing at his lack of social graces.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"We really could use your help. You're obviously a no nonsense kind of person, and I think there's also a lot we could learn from each other. I was impressed by your forwardness with the King, and really, from what I have gathered so far, this thing he wants us to get? it won't be easy. It will be difficult, perhaps impossible, to do on your own. Three of us could prove to be a good idea."</span></b><br/><br/>He tried to gauge her reactions, and though he was quite skilled in picking up body language in a fight, he wasn't as skilled in simple conversation. Much less with females, human or otherwise. It was hard for him to tell just what she might be thinking, but he tried to give her a soft smile, if only to reassure her in some way.