"Well... That didn't exactly go as smoothly as expected."  Cyrus said once he realized that the waitress seemed to simply take his money and go about her own affairs.  There was still the remote possibility that she would do some information hunting once she had a chance.  Though the magus wasn't exactly holding his breath.<em>See?  You should have just mounted her on the table.  At least then you would have gotten something for your gold.</em>He didn't dignify that remark with a response and instead returned his attention to the others.<br/><br/>After speaking his thanks to Aillon for getting the first round, Cyrus tilted the mug to pour the cool liquid down his gullet.  Halfway through Pantea's conversation, Lasciel couldn't help but remark by saying,<em>Even she sees the value in the plague.  You're hopeless, my host.</em>Cyrus continued to listen to the Dhampir until she finished.<br/><br/>"Given the state of affairs in this city, it'd probably be best if we didn't linger for longer than necessary.  I'm willing to bet that in all this chaos, there is a fair share of unfortunate women who've been kidnapped only to be chalked up as one who had succumbed to the plague.  The fact that the mass meeting has effectively summoned every merc in the area to this one spot without regard to their reputations...  Well let me just state that I think it'd be best if we avoided traveling the streets at night."