Having gathered his belongings and seemingly having done so without waking Marks, Sigmund exited the room as quietly as the door would allow. Nearing the stairwell, he could already hear and understand much of the argument going on.<strong>"I'll have some of that bird if it will help settle the discussion."</strong>He mused, almost nonchalently, as if completely dismissing the question as valid. He turned to the bar, expecting to see Cordie.<strong>"I'll have a serving of last night's spoils,"</strong>he would call out - to the kitchen if necessary - as he seated himself at the bar.