"Hopefully. It's easier if they're careless." Milos could see the anxiety on Ellie's face. Plastering on a cocksure smile, Milos said, "Don't worry so much. We're not dead yet. And a night out on the town is what makes the world go roun'." Milos laughed a little too much at his poor rhyme. "We've got too few leads. Let's split up. We can meet up here in three hours." Milos was reluctant to leave his companion alone, but over the last two years he had seen her hold her own.<br/><br/>He stayed to finish his drink, then picked up the travel case at his feet, and made for the door. Flasks full of various fluids clinked mutedly as he jostled the bag. Carefree as he seemed, he was not unprepared for whatever was to come. He loaded the case on a carriage and paid the coach driver to take him into town, as well as a little extra to guarantee that he was the only passenger. The ride was quiet, leaving him time to ponder over Ellinor's concern. It unsettled him somewhat that his companion was so nervous. He fingered the revolver tucked into his sleeve. It had gotten him out of trouble several times in the past, and now it gave him a sense of calm. He unpacked the contents of the case and began dressing. His time in the Union had taught him a few tricks.<br/><br/>When the coach arrived in the town, Milos exited dressed in a motley garb of patched pants and a weather-worn coat. The coach driver was shocked by Milos' appearance, but maintained his professionalism and remained quiet, offering a polite nod before hurrying away. Milos walked some way from the road, and stashed the travel case in ditch hidden by a bush. He then rubbed some dirt on his face, ruffled his hair, and swirled some whiskey around his mouth before spitting it out. He then began a feigned stagger towards the town, taking a small measure of pride when he saw a few folks dismissively avert their gaze. No one wanted to notice a drunk, and it made eavesdropping easy.