"Excellent. A box of ammunition and spare magazines as well, if you do not mind." He was speaking to Marge. "Hopefully, it won't be necessary, but in my experience, even the sane criminals rarely want to give up, and I would hate to see fatalities on our side."<br/><br/>Since he still had the photo, he would go over to Zil, and offer it to her. "We'll be going after the people that did this to her.  And whatever critter they might have, too.  It's probably a cult of people that have lost touch with reality; probably pretty violent and dangerous folk, too. Maybe you'd be  better off skipping  the mission." He seemed to say this in a way that was almost challenging,. as if he was presuming she would be incapable of being of help. Of course, it's entirely possible that their was a deeper reasoning behind his choice of words; perhaps he was trying to goad her into staying with the group. "if you want in, though, look for a bed and breakfast called Laughing Dragon in a tiny little village named Darkwood. Eight'o'clock."<br/><br/>With a sigh, he would move past her; this meeting had left something of a bitter taste in his mouth, as he still had more questions than answers, but hopefully, once this business was dealt with, he could get those answers. For now, he had to figure out how he'd get to this hidden little village in about four hours.  This would undoubtedly require a large espresso.<br/><br/>Unless stopped by or for whatever reason, he would soon exit the warehouse, and disappear off into the city. The next they'd see of him would be at this Laughing Dragon place, or some place en route.