Decidingly nodded at the man in return, Edge's eyes pry around the bar seemingly in search of something or someone. It wasn't his partner that had come before. Truth be told, Edge was just looking around-- seeing people as they enter and leave the area. It felt peaceful to feel so isolated and unnoticed after all this time. He stood up with the assistance of his hands pushing against the table, sending him slightly bent on his back before taking his steps out of the gap between the seat and passed through the narrow alley of tables out of the door into the light where it nearly blinded him. The commotion was still about. He figured that dawdling about the town wasn't going to help him escape this damn game.

He made his quickest way towards the nearest depository where he took with him a good stack of regenerative potion and speed potions before setting out to find rarer and uncommon herbs and roots for better tiers of potions. Every single area in SAO was interconnected in some way-- meaning that wherever he goes he will always end up in a different city that perhaps yields more diverse and even rarer materials. That was the plan for now. Gather materials, create potions and buff yourself to survive this vicious game. Inviting a party of adventurers wasn't going to help him at all in this hunt, since they will probably pester him or hassle him about sharing the materials. Not only that, it also risked him being found out. Sure, other MMORPGers probably know that he was trapped in SAO, but those inside the game have no idea. After finally setting himself up ready for the hunt, he marches his way towards the northern gate.