The smell of the food and drink made Ciros' mouth water and he was about to dig into it all before the lady had suggested he and Mishra see the rug merchant. Sighing a bit he placed the utensils down and breathed deeply. "I see, I suppose some breakfast can wait till after the job's done." he replied, setting a napkin down and standing to brush away a few crumbs that had fallen on his pants then his bare arms and chest. "Is there anything else we should know about this merchant?"