Mayt glanced up at Sasha when she spoke, flinching slightly and moving away. "Oh, hey, I'm doing fine." His hand goes to the pocket with the letter for a moment, then back to the table. He glances to his right then kind of looks around a bit. "Everything's just dandy... Oh, I bought some things that may come in handy when we get around to scouting out the dark guild." He reaches into his coat pocket, and pulls out a small knife and hands it, hilt first, to Sasha. "Can't risk relying on magic alone, we don't know what we'll be up against." It's a pretty simple and concealable knife, but looks wicked sharp. "I've gotten extra protection for myself as well, but I couldn't afford to get something for Lazarus too, but I doubt he'll mind." He shifts uncomfortably, and takes a sip of his almost untouched drink. "Shoulda ordered something alcoholic... So Sasha how was your night?" He leans forwards and rests on his elbows, still looking anxious.