Pocketing the diamond deftly into the folds of his cloak, Zeraer left the booth quickly -- he didn't need to be told twice.  As he re-entered the tavern, he noticed all eyes were on him.  The jolt of discomfort this caused him was palpable.  Hurrying off to the corner of the room again, he detoured to come nearer to the the half elf from whom he had felt the flow of natural energy earlier.  A wave of relative ease overtook him, and he muttered, with a sidelong glance, "He isn't so bad.  He wants to speak to you -- I sense... no danger.  You will be able to judge for yourself.  I am, in any case, and for what it's worth... close by."  Then with a sudden turn, he sat back down and busied himself with nothing important.