Darion had followed along after the painted woman and the others into the room from the bar floor, carrying his coffee with him, all his weapons over his back and the necessary ammo armed all over his body and under the coat.  Though at the looks and the emotions that seemed to flow from all the people, Darion stepped back outside the room and waited for all their drama to be over.  He listened though from the other side of the wall and door.<br/><br/>When everyone started to really arrive before he knocked on the door once before entering with everyone else.  Though, honestly by the looks everyone had, darion wished he had been a fly on the wall of the room  that Fanya was in last night.  Probably would have been a spectacular sight.  But now he had a feeling they were seeing the bad side effects now.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Should we postspone the meeting again so your little drama can continue?”</span>Darion said around his coffee cup while he leaned on the wall to watch, and every entry and exit for the room was in his sight.  But as Fanya began her story, darion fell silent and listened, the news that she was a cannibal at one time made darion's face go blank.  But he never said anything.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“I am guessing it was your mother being your next meal that broke you of the desperate need, or do you continue to indulge that heavily?”</span>he said, mostly for his own neck, but his voice was completely neutral, just wanting the facts.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>