Cleo would see that the airport was bustling, but security was tight. There were stares in their direction. Such a colorful group of foreigners was not normal, and those Scions with Epic Appearance were attracting many eyes. Anoushirvan especially, given the contrast between his unwashed and scruffy clothes and his supernatural attractiveness. Security was keeping an eye on them for sure, and there was one guard leaning casually against the bar where they had been sitting. Other than that business continued as normal.<br/><br/>Anou, on the other hand, seemed a bit more relaxed now that they were on their way. He gave directions to the hotel he was staying at. From the description, it was a tiny dump of a place in the eastern part of the city, near to the Red Light district. Close enough for him to get to the airport with no problems, far enough to be off the beaten track and out of easy surveillance.