<div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7e/57/7d/7e577dcebbf01dbfb99a3c336fd6ea4a.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em> The cab journey was awkward not because of the company, far from it. She enjoyed the small chatter back and forth with Joss and Brigh but what she didn't enjoy was the armour she wore and the close space of the cab and once they arrived at the restaurant she was the first to leave the vehicle.<br/><br/>As they stepped inside she raised an open palm to the waiter and shook her head.<br/><br/><strong>"Not exactly. I am Cassandra Swan of the Knights of the round table. I need to look at your log books about a reservation of a Mr Andreou and Mr Westley. If you have any kind of surveillance I would like to see that too. Or, if this all too confusing to you could I speak to your manager please. </strong><br/><br/>She fishes into her pocket and pulls out a leather wallet that safely tucked away her credentials of being a Knight as she could never predict when proof may be asked to back up her claim.<br/><br/><br/><br/></em></span></div>