"Let's," Esther said.  "I guess you're not much for talking about yourself.  Okay," she said, pleasantly enough, and then she leaned back in her chair and rested her hands on her lap.  She would be okay waiting in silence, then, if her charge didn't feel like talking.<br/><br/>She would have remained that way, too, relaxed and quiet, but a trio of people sauntered into the little restaurant that caught her eye enough that she sat up.  Each of them wore dark clothes that seemed out of place in the summer heat, and they were heavy outfits; boots and cloaks that that covered their shoulders and hid their faces beneath hoods.  One of them strode to the counter, but the others remained by the door, at least for a moment.<br/><br/>Esther lowered her head, and mumbled something like, "Oh no."