Moments later, Arget had chugged his share of water, his belly sloshing while he scrubs, wraps and duct tapes his wounds in the bathroom of this bank.  He gave it a long thought.  He was in the house of a tycoon, loyal possibly to Alhanda, or more likely, to money itself.  He was a banker.  Though money was essentially useless at the moment, for him and for most of the city.<br/><br/>He took a long look in the mirror, and nodded, exiting, out and toward the elevator.  "What floor is Mister Arkit on?  We need to lead him out of the city, it's going to be a riot again here real soon." He asks the secretary blandly, his real intents concealed.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Raice looked toward Iln now, blushing and worried.  "Mum... what should I do now?  This is getting so strange, and I'm... I'm kind of lost at this point..."