Arran took the space provided by his grumpiness to finish the meal in relative peace, slopping up the remains of the stew with raw bread. He took a few moments to sit back in the chair is fairly unladylike manner, luxuriating in the lack of activity. The calm before the storm. A short time went by until, with just a small sigh as forewarning, Arran looked up and scanned the crowd, searching for the right person. Someone with money. Someone who looked relatively clean. Someone who looked interesting, of course. And someone who would take charge and not force him to be too much of an agent in the act - it let the apprentice consider it more of fate if he wasn't leading the way.<br/><br/>Of course, it was unlikely for Arran to find someone who'd meet all those requirements, but whoever came closest would get a significant look and, to make sure there was no mistake, a single finger beckoning them over.