Cyrus followed the group into the room from the rear, keeping an eye out around them in case they were being watched. Of course, nobody would dare spring them in the bar, but he had his suspicions about who may be a target, and it wasn't narcissism that made him fear for his own life. He didn't see anything suspicious, and he trusted Michael was also being careful, he stepped into the room last. Surprised to smell, and then hear, another presence in the room. That woman.

Noor, The Constable, whatever you call her. Cyrus had heard of her many times, and she was one of the most important people in the city. If she was here, right now, then Michael was eager to get things solved right away. Michael stepped out and Cyrus leaned against the wall and watched the group lounge on the couches and listen. Noor happened to have quite a bit of evidence already. He glanced with mild disinterest at the vampiric ash held by Frank, though he became very interested at the elder wizards words. Talk to the dead? That's something the werewolf had never heard of, he was about to interject and ask what that meant, when he felt a vibration in his pocket. 

Cyrus pulled the phone out of his pocket and tapped in the password, it was from Michael "watch your back coming out" it said. Cyrus sighed internally, just as he had suspected. He moved from the wall and sat down on the couch, a fair distance from everybody. He kept attentive to the conversation but checked his jacket, his knife was still there. All he had on him at the moment unfortunately, The Mages should be fine on their own though. He waited for Noor to address Frank's question, he was quite interested himself.