In the time between her question and his answer, Anora noticed how drained Pahn looked, now slouched, seemingly emotionless, in his seat. She looked at him, concerned, wondering if he had overdone himself between the battle and cleaning up. Perhaps he was not as powerful or had more limitations than she had first thought.
	At first, Anora was slightly taken aback when Pahn agreed about the stupidity. Though she had thought so herself, she had not actually expected him to say so aloud. Then she realized what he meant.
	“Oh,” she said simply, unsure whether to take that as a positive or negative statement. Regardless, it was far from a satisfactory answer. She opened her mouth to reiterate her question, but it shut when he spoke again.
	She blinked at him. “[i]Many[/i] places? How many vine-rooms with coffins [i]are[/i] there?” She shook her head, dismissing her own questions. “Never mind. That’s not what I asked. My question was, did it come from you?” She enunciated each word of the inquiry, unsure if his last statement meant he had no direct part in it, or was toying with her. At this point, she suspected it could have been either.
	“I swear,” she glared at him through narrowed eyes, pointing a firm finger at him, “if you’re messing with me…” She let the empty threat trail off, unsure [i]what[/i] she would do. The most she [i]could[/i] do was walk away from him, but that was the last thing she had planned. She had at last found the part of the world she had felt was missing her entire life; she would be a complete idiot to leave it and the adventures she was sure it had in store for her behind.
	From her vantage point facing the door, her attention snapped to the entrance at the sound of the bell. She watched five people approach the counter as one party to be seated. They looked as normal as the next guy, but the sense of paranoia that had haunted Anora since that morning flared up.
	She shook her head, trying to push it aside, then went to look back to Pahn. Instead, she found herself watching the group get seated individually, spread throughout the dining area. Though she could not quite say why—perhaps the day’s events had her more on edge than she thought, or she had seen one too many spy movies—their actions unsettled her.
	“Maybe we should go somewhere else,” she suggested slowly, forcing herself to look from the people with their strange request. “Somewhere less populated.” She could not help but steal another suspicious glance around at the strangers as she absently fidgeted with a cloth napkin from the table that someone had fancily folded in a way she was sure she could never refold.