Syrex tries as hard as he can not to brush off the strange woman who comes over to the table, but when she mentions being a Seer, things seem to come together. He grins. So it looked like, the way things were, he could wrangle a group together after all to make some cash. Mary, Lux, Treeni, and himself. He couldn't put his finger on it, but four seemed like the incorrect number. Maybe the Seer could shed some light on that.<br/><br/>He grinned and said, "I can promise you you're in the present, and you're meeting me for the first time. You'd remember it if you'd met me before. Although I guess you're remembering meeting me after. How weird. Take a seat. We're talking about gathering some intel about saving that noblewoman. Care to shed any light on that?" The more information, the better. Syrex wasn't willing to stick his neck out if he couldn't assure his own survival, but he was arrogant enough to assume he would live. He ran a hand through his dark hair and called to the bartender, "That gold good for a drink for Treeni here? Bring that on over!"