Shivering slightly Amano leads the way out of the room. In a low voice he murmurs, “Perhaps later. Yes, I would like to hear about the rest later.” The young man makes his ways swiftly from the building, glancing up and down the street. “I. . .I know where we are. The place isn't too far. . .” Slowing to a reasonable pace he looks over at his new companion. [i]'I wonder if he's hungry too. I know Cardigan won't mind if I bring a guest, but I hope she gets the hint to not start asking questions'[/i] Turning his eyes to the road he does his best not to draw attention to himself. He has no idea how many people were involved in what happened, and for all he knows there were others not at the ritual who had a hand in his kidnapping. After a few silent minutes Amano begins to catch sight of several people looking in their direction. Following their line's of sight he smiles absentmindedly at all the attention Illiendi seems to be drawing.

[i]'Not that I can blame them. He is very different looking, and stunning to boot. I wonder if they can feel the. . .Whatever it is, coming off of him as well. . .'[/i] Raising his hand up he brushing the mark over his heart lightly through the fabric and lets out a sigh. As they move into a more crowded street a low hiss of whispers reach his ears. He looks all around and notices that the gossip news system is in full swing with rumors of the “Odd happenings” around town last night. A few people he knows even stop him to ask what he's heard about them. Unsure of how to respond he just smiles and shakes his head. When at last the restaurant comes into sight he casts a final glance at the milling crowds before giving Illiendi a smile and slipping through the front door.

The interior is lit with low light, giving the place a rather secretive and cozy feeling. Chatter is subdued with most diners speaking in hushed tones to one another. Amano had often come in here to simply observe the other patrons. On one such excursion he'd uncovered a group of men planning of robing the place, and ever since the owner has let him eat whenever he likes as long as he pays up every few months. He glances around the room, and not spotting her he gives a wave to one of the servers before heading to a booth in the back corner. The server gives him a nod and heads off to grab his usual drink. The corner booth is rounded into the corner of the actual room, the seating well padded and pleasant tot he touch. With a light smile he motions for his companion to take a seat before scooting into the middle of the bench where he can keep an eye on the rest of the restaurant. “I love this place.” He murmurs. Adopting a more serious look he turns his gaze to Illiendi. “So, um, now. I would like to hear everything you did to them now. Unless you wanna wait for the drinks. . .” Amano bites his lip nervously, not sure how much he'll be able to handle.