Ready for the day's events, despite the rather raucous night, Aethon departs before Zivit awakens.  Her...activities the night before had certainly been energetic, if nothing else, so her current state wasn't surprising.  Meeting the rest of the group in the main hall of the Venomous Voice, he merely raises an eyebrow at Xarces' rather enthusiastic display.  "Eager, are we?  Nevertheless, such abilities can prove useful on our trip ahead."  He accompanies them in relative silence to the House Orien compound, content to simply watch and listen; most of his thoughts are on the upcoming journey.<br/><br/>As they're stopped by the guard, he allows some of the more diplomatically-minded members of the party speak.  He had never had an overabundance of patience when dealing with others; he had always felt more at home out away from the cities rather than in them.  Although the guard's mistaken assumption is understandable, the delay is still somewhat annoying.  However, he knows that it isn't entirely the guard's fault; there are relatively few other reasons why such a well-armed group would be approaching the compound.