The waiter gestured to the table right beside where Antonio was sitting. "This table, ma'am." he replied, "Though I'm afraid the gentleman hasn't arrived yet. Can I bring you something while you wait?"<br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>Karag smiled again in apparent amusement of Iris's chosen name. "I know many things, and I know people who know things." he replied. "I am aware of those of whom you speak. I cannot attest to their motivations, but knowing who and what they are, I can recognise the pattern they are following, and could make an educated guess as to the region they may be found."<br/><br/>He raised his glass, inhaling the aroma as he swirled the amber liquid around. "What is this information worth to you?" His nose wrinkles at the cigar and he reaches his hand up towards it, stopping less than an inch from the lit end of it. With a small gesture, the tip is encased in a thin crust of ice, putting it out. His finger curl and point to the side, where a small "Thank you for not smoking" sign can be seen. "I would advise against antagonism here." he said.<br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>While the two scions were talking, the interestingly made up young woman approached them. She smiled down at the table, and her eyes rolled back to reveal only the whites. "The mistakes of the past haunt the present." she intoned, her voice pitched low. "What was lost can be found, and one wrong righted. Chance brings choice, where the old world meets the new."<br/><br/>She shook her head and blinked, then produced a small electronic pad. "What can I get you gentlemen?" she asked, her voice normal sounding once more.