Coming back to the present, Rafe spotted the other people at the bar.  Since information was power and even currency, he rose from his table and took a seat at the end of the bar.  His drink came along with him.  Hell, the place existed for socializing, relaxation, and information.  Not that his kind were known for being the most political, intellectual, or whatnot.  Or so most people believed.<br/><br/>He nodded to Zola, recognizing another of his kind.