There's an eventual pause in the general surrus of noise caused by the dancer on the stage, only to be replaced by what could be charitably called a cacophony. The cause is easy to find out, if one wishes to know; it seems that the owner of this establishment has drawn something of the short straw in the little compact made by the business owners of this section.<br/><br/>So to distract from that, and the noise, the attendants on duty are sent to apologize for the noise and also to ask if anything is needed.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">If the silence and noise are asked about</div><div class="spoiler_body">Set down in a distant corner and almost cordoned off by a pair of skill-less but loud performers, is a toothless old man often referred to as one of the three grand prophets of the city. Of the three, this one is known for giving near unfailing predictions of doom, but only to those unlucky enough to hear the beginnings of them.<br/><br/>His equally old sister is known for forecasts of minor, but important events, and the third one's identity is disputed.<br/><br/>It won't last. Eventually a loud cry will break the noise, as the prophet is discovered dead; a last bloody prophecy covering the ground around the body.</div></div>