Zephyr took note of the worried and not fearful looks on the wealthy in the eatery, but then trailed his eyes over to a woman sitting at the bar. She had the looks of what he guessed was middle class, but she didn't look like others in the room. She was serene, as if the happenings in the area would not affect her, or that she already had the situation under control. She looked so out of place in fact, he wondered if she was a new resident, and titled his head.<em>Did the mayor rush himself a new wife to the town?</em>He wondered briefly, but shook the thought away. Why would such a woman be in the eatery if that was the case.<br/><br/>He took the gloves from his hands, tugging lightly at the finger tips, to remove the hindrance to any good conversation starter. He tucked the gloved under his belt to keep them in place, and began to walk slowly up to the woman. He was quiet so as to not attract too much attention to himself, but he tried to keep his own cool. He came up to her at the bar, and sat down next to her. Zephyr looked over to her, with a boyish smile on his features.<strong>"How are you, Mi'lady?"</strong>He said, working on starting conversation with the woman he had a feeling might be able to point him in the right direction, though what that direction was, Zephyr didn't really know.