Not long later, after the screams in Markeil's office had died down and the lights seemed dimmer, Mithias returned. A cold draft came with him as he took a seat at the table with the others. Warm drinks slowed anyone's notice of his presence, and it seemed that Mithias had simply appeared next to them in a chair, from which he waved pleasantly. 

"So what have we decided?" He began casually. "Are we to warn the populace of an impending demon invasion or perhaps tell people that parents should keep their young away from these influential anime books? Hm?" He looked around, to see if anyone was interested in discussing the subject. Chances were that everyone was too drunk, but... Mithias had completely forgotten what that was like.

In truth, he wanted to know where his dear friend and fellow vampire Atlas had gone. If he got the chance, he'd ask Markiel, once his work on Jaklo was finished. Mithias lingered, not really pressed for time in any way and awaited a response.