For a brief moment, Aillon watched as Cyrus and Pantea began to walk for the door, as he swirled the last contents of his cup and watched the catgirls at their table.  Then, with a deep swallow of his drink, he set the cup down and was gone in a swirl of yellow silk.  Passing by the counter, he dropped a few gold coins to the barkeep without stopping.  "Keep your ears open and let us know if you hear anything interesting," he grinned conspiratorially and he was out of the door with his companions.<br/><br/>"Let us hope we find some clue to this mystery, though I cannot say that I will not miss this particular brand of female should this 'plague' be cured."