Finishing his breakfast, which was delicious and obviously painstakingly prepared, Vatra continued to watch the members of what appeared to be a local militant group.  Their behavior upon arrival seemed well over the top as to how they had man handled the serving girl.  Since they were seated, however, they seemed to be better behaved.  At least they had not accosted anyone else since their arrival.  He wondered if their behavior today was typical, as he suspected that it likely was.  Before making a bigger deal of it than it was now he wanted more information about their usual behavior.<br/><br/>Spotting the serving girl he waved her down, thanking her for such wonderful service.  He then slipped her several coins, paying for breakfast and a more than exorbitant tip.  As she reached for the coin, he slipped his hand over hers subtly to ensure that her attention was focused on him.<br/><br/><strong>I wonder, as the initial rush seems to be abating, if I might speak to the chef, and offer my thanks to her personally.  Might that be arranged?  Oh, and I’d speak with you as well if you are able to peel yourself away for but a minute.  Please see if you can make it so.</strong><br/><br/>As he released her hand he heard Valeyia's voice whispering in his head,<strong><em>What are you doing?  I thought you said that you'd eat, then we'd go deal with the less than honorable cretins at the other table?  Have you lost all sense of purpose, or are you overly enamored with what you found under the cook's skirts last night?</em></strong><br/><br/>