After Anastasia kissed him, Glade just stood there and blinked. He was stunned, but he still smiled. As he was catching up to Anastasia, he overheard a conversation between two men.<br/><br/>"...visited Swain in the ol' capitol building down," he hiccuped, "the north street."<br/><br/>"Nor'h s'ree'?" asked the other one with food in his mouth.<br/><br/>"Ye know, ye access it from the new capitol's back alleyway. Walk a few paces down and turn right." The man burst into a sudden fit of laughing and slapped his supposed partner in the back. The other man laughed along with him and spat out his food onto the floor which joined the other garbage down there. Glade covered his nose as the smell of the tavern finally reached his nostrils. Without looking, he continued forward and tripped over a tossed banana peel. He yelped and fell onto his back, and the invisibility wore off. Conversations stopped and all eyes were on Glade. Slowly, he stood and cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"Uh, I, uh, I'm gonna kill you if you keep staring at me?" he said unconvincingly, and it almost sounded like a question. The closest person to him got up from his chair and picked up a cutting knife, which looked more like a thieve's knife, from the table.<br/><br/>"You're the one who's gonna get killed, boy," he said and started walking towards Glade.