As soon as the last of Ra'maranja's pack had left the tavern, Gallus pushed up straight to his feet again, picked up his drink, and exhaled audibly through his nose.

"It's something of a relief, but..." Fendros shifted uncomfortably, "why would they simply cut off the messages? There must be some scheme hatching that we've yet to see finished."

"Personally, I don't know who to trust." Janius spun his empty mug between the table and his finger, his face showed concern as he spoke. "I would much rather be at the..." Janius looked up with an mildly annoyed expression, "...Do we have to call it a headquarters?"

Gallus, who was now pacing very slowly and ponderously around the table, mumbled his own comment. "The clan's fate is still unknown. For all we know, we might not be able to trust Ra'maranja or his friends. Still, it's no use not acting just because we have limited information." Gallus lifted his head and spoke up, "Let's just try not walk into any choice ambush locations any time soon. This leader - whoever he is - is the next step as far as I can see."

Until now, Peiter, Sabine, and Tzirret had not taken part. Tzirret took the next pause to ask, "What of now? Are we to wait here longer, or go somewhere else?"