Catherine looked at the man long and hard.  It couldn't be helped though, they needed privacy to talk and the Gloaming with her pet was just to conspicuous in town.  "We'll take a table in the back....far in the back.  And bring us some ale and whatever passes for your best food," she said, her voice carrying all of her natural authority.  It wasn't wise to look weak in a place like this.<br/><br/>She turned to the Gloaming.  "I can't guarantee the food will be any better.  Hell, it's likely to be worse, but at least we have some privacy to speak." she said in a low voice as he showed them to a table in a corner so dark she could barely see the woman across the table from her.  At least her guide had enough sense not to glow in public.