Cyrus stood once Pantea had risen from her seat, taking a moment to get one last look around the room.  He was eager to get things underway.  The earlier statement about staying out after dark had been a genuine one; the last thing he wanted was to be wandering the streets at night if he was at all able to avoid it.  If it was likely to be a common mugging of addicts or highwaymen, the magus would have found plenty of sport in the encounter.  However, these were fellow mercs they were likely to be dealing with.  Some of which that numbered in the double digits.  That left far too many unknowns for his comfort.  "Lead the way."<br/><br/>As the group headed out of the inn, Cyrus glanced over his shoulder and caught the waitress's gaze for a moment.  He simply smiled and winked at her before walking out the door.