Soon enough Ianthe would find a small datapad device.  It was strange in design, it wasn't something she had likely come across before, although obviously it had some uses beyond simply being a datapad.  (Tech Roll)<br/><br/>Downstairs things seemed to quiet down.  It took some time before it all finished, although outside things began to pick up as drunk patrons meandered down the streets, to either their homes or somewhere else in their drunken stupor.  When all things were quiet, there was a knock on the door.  "Ready for our date?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>