Hannibal said nothing as Ciara spoke, though he did take note of his companion's reactions.  The five of them were strangers in a strange land, and it showed in their ignorance of the local customs, something they were all expecting but were not prepared for, it seemed.  Even Hannibal, for all his prowess with a blade and his cunning and stealth, was like a stumbling infant in this realm of silent killers and stealthy hunters.  The knowledge did not sit well with him, nor did the fact that Ciara had apparently declared herself the leader of their group.<br/><br/>He merely shrugged, and turned, entering the Bloody Dagger.  His dark eyes scanned the room, searching for any hint of danger, real or imagined, before making his way to a table big enough for the lot of them.  Sensing malice in such a place was not hard to do, though the calculating gazes that met his own were without intent.  It was a game of bravado, of making certain that any newcomers knew you weren't to be trifled with, and it was game he had played quite well on the surface world.  If only his reputation had traveled down here with him, those gathered at the inn wouldn't be so quick to eye him so readily.<br/><br/>He sat down at an empty table, his back to the wall, his viewpoint giving him a good view of both the door and the stairs leading to the rooms above.  Years of training and experience had given him an almost second-hand nature on taking advantage of every situation, be it a crowded inn or a thin passageway with only one opponent.  He had to make use of such advantages, and like the skilled warrior he was, it had become second nature to him now to do just that.<br/><br/>While the others entered and joined the table, he studied those around him, sizing up the place and their chances of survival in such a realm.  Here, everything was darkness.  Here, everywhere was danger.  It both thrilled and frightened him to be in such a place, and with the task of not only besting such beings, but ultimately becoming one of them.<br/><br/>"Be wary of poison..." he said, reaching down to a pouch on his belt.  "Newcomers are hardly ever served clean drinks in places like this."  He pulled a pinch of some type of green herb from his pouch, and began handing them to each member of their group.  "When your preferred beverage arrives, sprinkle this within, and wait.  If it turns color, it is likely unsafe to drink."