At this, Antonio raises an eyebrow. "Karag? Lie? Well, then, if he says that there are goblins in the tunnels, then there are goblins in the tunnels. I do not know him personally, but I know his kind, and they never outright lie. Bend the truth, twist words around to make you think one thing when they mean another, and outright not tell you things, yes... but never outright lie.<br/><br/>"Listen, it seems that all of us are heading into this together. As I am a proper Italian Gentleman..." You're not quite sure how he managed to pronounce the capitalization there. "...I would be remiss if I did not offer what hospitality I could."<br/><br/>He motions back towards his table, where Mica is enjoying her meal. "I have a bottle of fine wine, and would hate for it to go to waste. Please, would you join me in a glass, as we discuss what is going on, and perhaps all get on the same page?"<br/><br/>He catches the arm of a passing waiter. "I believe the owner of this fine establishment's name is Antonio, correct?"<br/><br/>"Sì, signore."<br/><br/>He slips the waiter a modest tip. "Could you direct him to my table  over there<em>alla sua convenienza, per favore?</em>" <<Translation: at his convenience, please.>>